Prison was the last place I thought Id end up.

Sure, I had had my fair share of illegal actions. But hey, who hasnt? 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 youd have ever met.

Until I met Janie Parks. If Id known what I know now, I wouldve taken that .38 caliber from under my bed, and shot the life out of her myself. I dont know if I wouldve had the guts or if I could even go through with shooting Janie, after all weve been through. I sure as hell wouldve traded places with her though, I was in prison, and shes six feet under.