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]