Finally, it was time for me to start working before lunch. This was the time that I was supposed to be sneaking off. You might think that that would be impossible in prison; that guards are around all the time and everything else. But in our prison at least, it wasn't like that. There wasn't a lot of serious violence in our prison, but guards were only posted in places where fights were likely. And you generally had freedom to move around when you were supposed to be working. I could've walked off it if I wanted to, and someone would have covered for me til I got back. But at first I didn't go.
I was sweeping up some stuff that was on the floor from breakfast preparation. It was just the kind of mindless work that basically forces you to think. So I got to thinking, why was I upset, what
