Janie

Prison was the last place I thought I’d end up. Sure, I had had my fair share of illegal actions. But hey, who hasn’t? With the beginning and end of my story, I will say the same sentence: You never think you know a person. The year was 1979. I was a young, ambitious, and the most determined son of a bitch Italian you’d have ever met. Until I met Janie Parks. If I’d known what I know now, I would’ve taken that .38 caliber from under my bed, and shot the life out of her myself. I don’t know if I would’ve had the guts or if I could even go through with shooting Janie, after all we’ve been through. I sure as hell would’ve traded places with her though, I was in prison, and she’s six feet under.