Castro.
I laid while looking up at the ceiling, the white pure ceiling basically has any hope and doesn't have any colour. How many have said the same, probably many they were hoping to go to the execution I guess. I probably am not the only person looking at the same spot over and over again. There isn't even a window here. It's so tiny I can't even call it a window; it looks more like a hole. I heard the trolley moving. I usually know who's in charge. If the trolley is moving slower it's definitely Maine. But if the trolley is making a sudden noise I could easily tell it was one of those officers. What was his name again Joseph, yes! Joseph the c*********. He sucked me. I enjoyed it. Prison makes you see things and feel things that you didn't feel before. They aren't women here so some
