I'm Serving 40 Years in Federal Prison. Here's a Glimpse Into My World.
Rows of prison cells, prison interior. By Edwin Rubis / Truthout The morning quietly waits for the public address system to emit its familiar message. I am laying on my top bunk, eyes half-open, while an opaque light is streaming through a small, barred window, brightening the pale cinderblock walls, paint-chipped metal table, rusted basin and blue metal door of a room I’ve learned to call my home. In the amplified quiet, I can hear my cell-mate breathing as he sleeps on the bottom bunk.
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