The Joliet Prison gates...

...have closed.

I'm inside.

Deep inside the loneliness and the fear and the rage of the fight.

I don't know how many times I have to go through this.

Left foot forward.
Go to work.
Get paid.
Pay bills.
Make sure she is okay.
Make sure he is okay.
Make sure you have a new lie to tell him when he asks you if you are going to die soon.
No no no sweet boy, Dad will be okay.

"Dad is a tough motherfucker, right?"

I could be surrounded by thousands but I will never get over this feeling of being alone.

Numbnumbnumb and fucking alone.