Life In Jail Narrative

It was day 3 of life in prison and one of my fellow prisoners decided to ask me ”so how did you get here because you know we all have our story.” I thought about telling him and eventually I agreed. “It all started when I was younger and I fled New York to go west where I thought I would make a better living, but now I regret for what I have done to get my money,” I explained. “that is almost exactly how I got into this terrible prison,” the prisoner said. “anyways, I had an appointment scheduled for me and my old pal Jimmy Wells to come meet each other after twenty years,” I said. “that is strange why would you have an appointment made to meet each other after twenty years?” the prisoner questioned. “we both decided that we would like to see each other again and see how we have done,” I explained. “I see.” The prisoner replied. “Where did you get arrested?” the prisoner asked. “I was taken into custody the day my old partner was supposed to meet me after twenty years in New York,” I explained. “was that upsetting to you?” the prisoner questioned. “I was most definitely disappointed but I needed to pay for my crimes,” I said “but

“indeed,” I said sadly. “that is one interesting and shocking story I have ever heard in this jail,” the prisoner said. “I wish I could just go back and fix what I have done in the west so I could actually talk to Jimmy Wells and see how he has done when we parted,” I said sadly. “well it is almost night time so I should go back to my cell, bye,” the prisoner said. “bye.” I replied. He was gone and I was in my cell alone again for the third time. I thought to myself what I could do to be accepted back into society again, but while I was thinking I went into a dead