Paying Debts
It was only about a week after my "initiation" into my clique that I got a rather rude reminder of how rough and dangerous a prison could be. I'd spent the rest of the week after that initiation in sort of a euphoric state. I was no longer holding back from my friends and I was actually happier. Happier than I'd been in a very long time. Which, you know, people don't generally say when they are in prison.
So one day I was walking to lunch after I finished working. I was already thinking about after lunch when my friends and I were going to meet up and watch television. Apparently, some police procedural show had made a "ripped from the headlines" episode about my trial. I guess they changed enough stuff about it that they didn't have to worry about giving me any money or any
