Every day is the same.
Wake up, make my bed, shower - ROLL CALL.
Chow hall, yard time - ROLL CALL.
Work crew, chow hall - ROLL CALL.
Politics, games - ROLL CALL.
Sleep.
What a life. I'll tell you, I'm living the dream. I just love doing the same thing. Every. Single. Day. Talking to the same people. Navigating the same drama. Avoiding the same guards.
No. No, that one's different.
How did I get here?
Honesty. Honesty got me here. My mom always said, "The truth will set you free." I guess freedom has a sense of humor.
Let's see, how did I get here...
----- six years ago -----
"Guilty!"
"You're honor, we had an agreement with the prosecutor -"
"If this was my kid, I'd want the maximum," said the judge.
I can see the detective smirking outof the corner of my eye. Even the "victim" looks shocked - she had wanted the case dropped to begin with.
Out of everyone here, I am most worried about my mom. She looks like she is going to start throwing punches. I know my twin brother is holding her down.
The charge wasn't even very serious - attempted molestation. We had all expected a couple of years, but 10 minus time served? What the everyliving f***!?
They didn't even have any evidence! The girl had changed her story more times than I could keep track of. She'd even plead my case - though her dad definitely sided with the judge. She was his little girl, after all.
All they had was my honesty. If I hadn't admitted it, I would've been out of here.
I could've gone back to normal life. Then again, I hate life. Life sucks. I'm not into it.
----- present -----
Honesty, man. Definitely not equal to freedom.
[Countdown: 300 days]