"What up nigga?" That's how I greeted Gold T. The smile he gave me was huge. My boy was glad to see me, even under these circumstances. We gave each other on of those "Player-Player" hugs and started talking right there in the hall. Now, even though Gold T and I were facing each other I could tell by his expression that something had jumped off behind me. I turned, looked and froze...Blood. Blood everywhere!

I'm an Arizona prison blogger, freelance writer, advocate for civil/human rights, nature lover and admirer of eccentricity, individuality and bizarreness. I have a penchant for open minds, smart/sassy mouths, mischievous natures and inner/outer beauty in its infinite forms. I'm kind-hearted, accepting, understanding, compassionate, wise and caring, as well as passionate, fun-loving, mischievous, outspoken and a bit of an odd-ball.

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