Have you ever thought about the origins of prison?
One day I was staring out the window with a smirk on my face as I looked across the farmland that surrounded the prison on all sides. Another inmate came…
One day I was staring out the window with a smirk on my face as I looked across the farmland that surrounded the prison on all sides. Another inmate came…
It was a morning like every other. Things don't change much here. Prison is routine followed by routine, followed by routine, followed by more routine. I'm up by 5:30 AM…