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Friday, November 7, 2008
A criminal isn't always a thug in a black leather jacket with a big brand on his forehead to warn us away. Criminals sit next to us on a bus. They pack our groceries and cash our paychecks for us and teach our children. They look no different from you or me. And that's why they get away with it. But believe it or not, there's a relief to finally getting caught. The moment I gave up my clothes for a baggy orange jumpsuit I also peeled off the skin of the person I've pretended to be. In a strange way, I belong here more than I did out there. Like me, everyone in jail has been living a lie. For twenty-three hours a day, I stay up in my cell. The last hour, I am granted a shower and a turn around the exercise yard, where I do my best to breathe in deep and get the smell of jail out of my nostrils. |