by Prison Story Project | Mar 6, 2014 | Writing
It was August if I remember right. We had been texting each other all day trying to make plans to hang out. I knew that it wasn’t a good idea and it was wrong for me to want to go, but that lust and want overpowered and won. My phone went off and he said he was...
by Prison Story Project | Mar 6, 2014 | Writing
Freedom? Yeah I’ve heard of it Thought maybe once I was On my way there… Ha! Joke’s on me Another two years older and wearing the same damn yellow suit same fuckin address, same #2 pencils But hey! the commissary got a little better! Movin’ up...
