"Rise and shine cadets! This is no longer yo' momma's house, this ain't yo' papa's house, and this DAMN sure ain't yo' house!" Every morning in Bootcamp started out this way. It wasn't really Bootcamp just some shit the judge in my case sentenced me to for "Rehabilitation" or what they called an alternative to "Big Boy Jail". I reckon your confused on who I am, how I got here, and why you should even give a shit about me. Honestly I asked myself the same questions when I arrived here. This here is called the Chain Gang but us boys inside refer to it as "Lock Up".All Rights Reserved