Life Without Parole

"I first became conscious of the pain and then of the stench of rotten meals and an unflushed toilet. Where am I? I blinked, terrified, seeing only four cement walls. Memories of the past night caught up with me as I groaned in anguish. I was busted. . . .


"Stumbling to the sink, I stared into the dull metal mirror, catching a glimpse of something hideous and deplorable. Instead of the smiling blond-haired blue-eyed, young man I expected, a gaunt face surrounded by greasy, stringy hair stare...