Convict Fit Book

My life of crime started early. I can remember stealing a red squirt gun from the local grocery store at the age of nine. As the years went by, my criminal actions grew bigger and bolder, which eventually led to juvenile hall then prison. Throughout my time while incarcerated, I noticed that the term dog eat dog or only the strong survive applied to daily life in jail, and it was usually the physically bigger that commanded respect, although there were many that had a great deal of respect ...