An old schoolfriend asked me to help him move some belongings, but I couldn’t have known what that simple favour would cost me. When the police took an interest, I was left with what I discovered was a stolen car, full of stolen goods.
I was sent to prison, and I knew from the moment that I met my cellmate, Mitch, that I was in for a rough ride. As a quiet 19-year-old, I was terrified and desperate to survive, so I soon had to think of ways to help me endure my time while imprisoned.
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