It took twenty-two years of hard time in prison for me to get how deep gratitude is. I've found it to be a force in the universe spawned in the interior forests, rivers, and seas of a person's soul. It pours [...]
Posts by Leonard Scovens:
Sergeant McKay* was passing out the food trays, sliding the trays through the slot in our metal doors. Every convict on the confinement tier knew you just don't ask Sergeant McKay to pass your food tray to someone else for you. Everyone knew that except Ray "Noodles."