Great Escape
There was no chisel involved, no rope of bedsheets. But with the help of a willing accomplice, I found a way out.
A few years ago, I escaped from prison. I’d been fantasizing about it for years, but the precipitating factor was a fight between two fellow inmates that left one in the hospital and the other in solitary confinement.
It was 8 p.m. Slim, a tall, skinny dude, had been gossiping…
