We started running after him, Alex, Stephen

We started running after him, Alex, Stephen and I. We just sprinted after him... He stole my wallet

I looked down at the mess I'd created of him with the blade while trying to get my wallet back. Well that was something I didn't do often...

The police came. I couldn't afford to be arrested for the murder of

myself, or attempted murder or suicide or whatever. Prison is not what it was, it's not even what it is. In fact it may not even be what it will be and if I get put inside I'll nev

er be what I was if I had been who I COULD have become, who I was meant to be, if they hadn't put me into prison. Which isn't what it used to be either. So I reconsidered the deed.

I will do it. I have to get away from my past. I have to do my best to be who I CAN be now. Prison is changing and so am I,

I concentrated at the cinder block wall. If I squinted hard enough, I might just pass my atoms between the molecules. I took a running start. SLAM! (Still in jail.)

How would the great Houdini get out of a cinder walled jail with no window? His Wife's farewell kiss to smuggle the key! So I flirted with the Wardens wife, but her toothless grin

worried me because it meant my escape would require tonguing. Ugh! I did it, but it was the most frightening experience of my life. She had an aftertaste. Some magic...