A living hell ch.3
#4 of a living hell
murder,dates
May 13,1952
After a four days in this fucking hell hole of a god damn prison,
I start to get used to the quite,
At lunch Al"Scareface,"Capone sits right next to me we don't speak and eat in peace;
Back my cell my pace "your such a p-pretty boy," I whisper to myself
"STOP, OH GOD PLEASE FUCKING MAKE IT STOP!," I shout.
"Shut it, a guard says "before I beat you with my fucking night stick,".
"OH ,GOD!!!!," I shout "WHY!!!!,"
"Alright that's it," the guard says
''I've had it,''
the guard then beats me hard... ''Maybe now you'll learn to shut the fuck up,''
''Never,''I groan
''As long as I survive this beating I've won,'' at 9:29 we stand ready for head count,
guards walk by and count us one by one and one minute later its lights out.