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A whistle rattled my snooze mode as I groggily awoke in my cell. This was followed by my celly shifting his weight in his bottom bunk. "Stand for count." Those words echoed in my cranium as I sat up, readying for institutional headcount. That annoying announcement was permanently imprinted in my head for a startling 27 years. However many times I heard it, the one constant that always remained was "I gotta get the hell out of here." My world continued to be in a cage...one wh

I know the only man to ever have a single man status on Wallen Ridge State Prison (one of the two supermax prisons in Virginia). The Predator acquired this due to the numerous sexual assaults on other men. A man harming other men in such a violent way disgusts me. The Predator and I have been around one another for nearly two decades. I first met him when we were in Bravo 6, on Wallen Ridge State Prison. He was a large, country brother who came off laid back. He easily made a

In prison, friendships developed like a seed; they took time, love and patience to bloom. You would think that there was a secret for making a friend in an environment like prison, but truly, no, relationships just happened like when Rah moved into my cell in Augusta State Prison. The day I met Rah, we would've bypassed one another if we weren't cellies, being that I'm nearly 15 years older than him. Plus — because we're New Yorkers — he's from Queens and I'm from Manhattan.