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 Created on 6-17-07
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They shuffle me through the dimly lit hallway. Jeers from multitudes flew in my direction. Toilet paper, clean and dirty, smacked against my orange jumpsuit. Even with my head down I could see what lay ahead of me. I could say I am scared. I could tell you that I was afraid of this new life. But it would be a lie.
The correction officers shuffle me further down the aisle, only pausing once in a while to slam the butt of their rifles into my back. Tough guys, beating up on a man that can't fight back. A man spits on me from the cell I walk by. I stop and turn my head in his direction. I stare into his eyes and see pain and hate. His bald head is tattooed with swaztikas and other hate ink. His face is scared with the countless beatings he has endured. I grin at his pathetic excuse for a hardened criminal and he steps back. For in my eyes he sees nothing. No hate, no pain, just a dark void. He turns his back to me. The officers strike me again and I continue along my pilgrimage to my new home.
Finally we arrive at my cell. They remove my shackles and shove me into the small, dirty room. I hear the cell door slam shut and lock, I don't turn around. I stand there looking into the mirror hanging on the wall driectly in front of me. It's small and has a crack runnning diagonally through it. I look at myself. Someone speaks to me. It's my new "roommate". He threatens me, tries to act big. I turn to him and notice that he is a skinny litttle shit with fear trembling through his body. He tries to act rough, to no avail. He has no business here. I let him talk. I lay on the bottom rack and close my eyes and drift to sleep.
This is my new home for the next 20 years, 15 for good behavior. I deserve it. I will cherish it. I will try to stay alive. But if you think I'm remorseful, think again. I did what I had to in order to protect my family. Though I am serving time, my family is still alive and that is what matters. So I will survive and make my time here fruitful. This is my story. You now know how it ends, so I guess I should go ahead and tell you how I ended up this way.
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