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chapter 7

At a young age he was in and out of prison and jails.wgen he hit the yard for the first time,he realized that he had to become something different.behind those walls u have the worst of the worst.alk of them eating healthy and lifting weights. antonio was all of 165 the day he walked through those.gates.so he decided that the first guy he had any problems with he would just let loose a fast and tactical barray of punches till he could usually quite easy, to put them to sleep. so as he walked through the doors on his unit ,on his face was a look of a stone cold killer.

there wasn't a whole lot of people who would mess with him. he presented himself respectfully, but at the same time he was always ready to handle his business if he had to fight. it didn't take long before the other inmates started to start clear of him.

The thing about prison that he really didn't like was that u had to put on a persona of being hard and dangerous. he was generally a outgoing person and liked to make friends. but as he entered the long dark hallways of prison he shut himself off to everyone. it didn't take him long to realize that he didn't have any friends in prison. everyone had their own agendas. he allowed them to use him as a torpedo when he first got there. his orders were to take out an enemy and he had no hesitation. when he got out of the segregation unit he was asked to put on a jacket ,even though it was over a hundred degrees outside, which was pocket filled with homemade shives. he was given the order to hand them out when the time came. he was terrified at first. was he really about to go to war with another race over some bullshit politics. he didn't have a choice. as luck would have it the problem ended with a one on one fight between one of his friends, who happened to be a shot caller for one of the many gangs the prison system holds.

he had pondered a long time on what he should do with his time. so he decided to read books. as many as he could for the rest of his sentence. by the end of his time, he read almost two hundred books. he would transfer himself directly into the writings of which he read. they helped the time fly by and before he knew it he was out.