He's dying. He didn't think about everything he failed to accomplish in life, but he more pitied himself for getting nowhere. He had thought of so many magnificent and amazingly bone-chilling ways to die, but instead he ended up with a knife in his gut bleeding out in an alleyway. But what made him hurt the most, as...
"Sitkowski!" A guard snapped his fingers in my face trying to get my attention. Ha, the newbie doesn't get it does he? I'm a highly dangerous murderer, not a fucking bartender. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" my cellmate Angelo said quietly. "Let me do my fucking job Parente!" The guard snapped at Angelo. You could...