i wish my son would get to know me before i die. sure do. when he was born, i swore to him as he was looking at me, never come back to prison. i told him i quit fighting. i lied to him. i don t want my son to end up like me. anyway, i never knew my father. he disappeared out of my life when i was five years old. he died. i didn t get a chance to meet him. all i ever heard about him he hung out in bars, he was a fiert, he was really tough. i didn t think that that s what i wanted to be, but that s what i turned into, and i don t want him to subconsciously try to turn into me. i do not i d rather see anything than my son going to prison, anything. ready to go? after being caught with a shank and other lesser ....