Kyle
I was sentenced to two life sentences to be in prison. I was beyond pissed off. This was not the plan at all. And even though my lawyer tried hard to convince everyone I was crazy, I wasn’t. I blamed him for me being here. If he hadn’t been so focused on making them all believe I was insane, then maybe I wouldn’t be in prison. I hated it here. Being the new guy was not ideal. Everyone looked at me like fresh meat. My roommate was an asshole, to top it all off. Telling me I needed to find something that liked me and quickly and not to look to him for help if s**t went down. He couldn’t give to shits about me. But I wouldn’t expect anything less from some Mexican gang banger who only hung out with his other Mexican gang bangers. Whatever, I didn't need him. I could make my own frien
