Chapter 1 Background of nonsensical madness
Start writing here…cell door rolls shut as I step in the cell block. The confinement is somewhat soothing, I have no choice but to shake the drugs, that is when I run out of the ones I smuggled in my....you guessed it my prison personal safe (MY ASSHOLE). At least the present is medically in tune so the knowledge of my soon future prison sentence can be masked as neither fear or shame. I lived a life as many do, one with several secret stories intertwined.
I was always a weed dealer. I did good work for my suppliers and my status elevated considerably with every boss who was fair. In college I was moving 50lbs of California exotic when it sold for 400 an oz. that was every month.i was also a criminal justice graduate from university of Alabama and employed as a court referral officer. Did I say I hate hypocrites but does anyone admit to liking them....safe to say most if not every damn person hates a hypocrite.
