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2008-05-16
Prison Love
I think I have lived a pretty good life. I have been nice to my parents and have helped the occasional grandmother across the street. In school I did my best to be prepared and only cheated on a handful of tests in my scholastic career. As I exited school I participated in some extra curricular activities to make money, and let's just say the nature of my dealings were not exactly in the realm of legality. It's hard to turn down money when it just rolls in so easily and effortlessly. A phone call was made, a meet was set and money changed hands. It was only when I was en route to meet "customers" that I got nervous about the nature of my business. My mind would drift and I would ponder what would happen to me if I were to get apprehended by the authorities. My thoughts went to an ugly place. I thought of stone cold walls and silver toilets. I pictured orange jumpsuits and tattooed faces. I saw nights of sleeping on my back and with one eye open. It was then that I decided that I should be "writer" instead of a "salesman." Written by: Jack Almeida
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