I rest my forearms on the table in front of me, my hand holding my ‘spork’ messing with the food on the tray in front of me. Though, this could hardly be considered food. I would argue it’s more of a slop mixture for pigs, but who am I really to complain?

I’ve been in this prison for two months, and I’m already losing my damn mind. I fit with a group pretty quickly, due to connections back outside and the fact that my name isn’t exactly unknown, and no one even dares mess with me. They all know who I am, and they know better. But 6 more years like this? Fuck that.

I’m not even sure how it happened. I never slip up. Never. I’m choosing to blame one of my absolute idiots of men for letting a crate of weapons end up in the hands of the damn cops. But whatever, I’m lucky it was fairly minor. It also helped that I have a phenomenal lawyer….got ahold of proof that the judge was cheating on his wife. It’s amazing how quickly your prison sentence can drop from 20 years in max security to 6 years in co-ed.