JarakPanther

A man with short dark brown hair & blue eyes lay on his back on his bunk in the Florida State Penitentiary staring up at the ceiling. "I still can't believe you did that to me you piece of absolute garbage while still claiming to be my best friend!" the inmate fumed. "You lied by telling the cops that I forced you to rob that bank & that it was all my idea! They let you go, but I'm gonna be in here until I'm too old to do anything except stare off into space drooling on myself in an old folks home! I will get out, though & when I do, there won't be anywhere you'll be able to hide from me!" Just then, here was a knock on the bars of the cell with a nightstick. The door slid open & the inmate looked over to see an African-American guard with a nightstick in his left hand. "What do you want, Jackson?" the inmate asked bitterly. "Warden Lee wants to see you in his office," Jackson replied. Getting up, the inmate leaned against the wall of his cell with his legs spread. "That's not