The beginning

Okay. I was in jail. I admit it. I shot a couple a guys and I admitted it. It was easier that way. What I didn't figure on was that no one wanted me to admit to nuthin. But I did, so it was bad. That's the thing, it's a lot easier to get into the business if you come from the right town, but it's a lot harder to get out of the business, too, if you catch my drift.

I was a kid, and I didn't no no better. Now I no better. I spent a few years in jail, and lemme tell you, most a them was terrible. You seen the movies where everbody is settin around watchin movies and tv and laughing and all that? They don't show you what happens when the lights go out and the guards are on the take cause they no that sooner or later the guys in jail will be out and waitin in the bushes at the end a their driveway with a iron pipe and a grudge.

You heard the term punk? You think it means you wear torn up clothes and put pins through your ears, right? That's nothin. I wish i had pins in my ears and that was all. I wish I didn't have nothin bigger than a pin stuck in me. But that ain't what punk is. Punk is a guy whats the girlfriend of another guy in jail. An that's me. For 7 years that was me. You think you got it rough, you try being fucked up the ass every day for 7 years. I'm not a big guy. I'm 5-7 an maybe 160, but I can hold my own against a lot of guys, but not 10 of em. Not 10 of em at once.
I'm gonna be puttin in some of my diary entries here. They don't start right at the beginning but they do start soon enough. I wrote it down most days in the mornin after they were finished with me. I didn't write it down every day because i didn't always have time.

Some of it's pretty tough reading. I hope you can take it and that you will enjoy it. I'm not some great writin expert. But it's my story.