Another stay here in this wretched place. How I long to see my family again. The master of escaping, still under lock and key. My many previous escapes weren't worth it. For now I am in maximum security. The guards let me send letters home but I can't say where I'm held or complain about anything because it'll get crossed out and I'll have no food for a week.

But at least there's a roof over my head. Ten more years and I'll be out of here! That is if I'm not shot for rudeness, these guys are so strict.