Living in Chicago since pre-school has taken its toll, especially in a not-so-safe neighborhood. Back in high school, you were driven to rebellion and a desire to get a bad but loud reputation.

Some bad deeds brought you pleasure and guaranteed adrenaline from the deed was guaranteed. Oh, and how many nerve cells your parents and teachers took, they probably still curse you.

As an adult, you did not learn from your mistakes (but you should have) and learned about illegal substances, alcohol, as well as kleptomania in you.

Your parents loved and cherished you, so you had a good alibi.

But not this time.

You got into debt from a man who often provided you with magic powder. Earlier you bought from him for a large sum, and then he decided to do you a favor. He shouldn't have done that.

He took a risk and surrendered to the police and also to you. And no, you didn't go to the same prison. You were sent to a maximum-security women's prison. You were surrounded by fat unkempt women who were definitely characterized by what they did.

In a small room (obviously not luxury class), you were put with another lady. You hoped for the worst, thinking it would be a behemoth with a lower-than-male baritone. But no. It turned out to be a cute Asian woman with sharp facial features and a slightly gruff voice.

At the communal lunch, she sat down next to you, clearly taking the tray for looks. "Unless you want to mess around with someone worse, I suggest we get our act together, friend." she muttered, looking at you intently.