The Exit

Just 48 hours ago I was eating my dinner out of a plastic tray sitting on my single bed with its wafer thin mattress, surrounded by fourteen criminal psychopaths, having to listen to the endless sound of rapping from one or two of the more unstable of the criminal element within my prison dorm.

Today I am sitting on my balcony with a newly shaved head, I did it myself, under home incarceration, wearing a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses, taking in the…