That’s how this shit gets you. Haunts you. Everything that ever happened to me started back then, with him. I aint got no reason to lie. Why would I lie? What’s a man like me, in here for life, gain from tellin a story like this? I just don’t want no misunderstandings on me fore I die. Sometimes I feel like I’m already dead. Sometimes I tell myself: You won. You got him. But sometimes I’m like Man, you aint got nobody but yourself.
