Thursday again, I hate coming here.

The same imposing building, grey and horrible, glares back at me, almost sneering at my puny car in scale to its overbearing gloom.

My best friend Keith is here. He wasn’t always in here. I mean he wasn’t always like this. I drive up to the entrance with a sense of both dread, and hope. I dread seeing the other inmates; Continue reading Justice by Stephen Cooper →