sweaty musty fuel oil smell , scratchy new denim shirts that smell like mothballs , and too much food in big vats and mixing bowls that no one will eat this morning since they laid all night in their racks with their stomachs swaying way to the left and hanging there and then back to the right , some of them groaning deep in their guts [ 15 ] as they hang their chests out over the toilets in the head and watch the water going up and down and waiting for the sweet release of puking so they can get their asses back in their racks and maybe get some goddamn sleep tonight or any night because theyve got the balls to four watch in the boiler room again cause the goddamn first class hates their guts because they are smarter than them and that lifer [ 16 ] knows it .