44 - Pablo

After Joana and Hazz left, my conscience weighed to an absurd degree.

All right, my brother was an idiot to think that he might want to force me to take care of my health, when I was in that miserable prison. Joana was crazy to keep trying to stir up this familiar side of me and already forgotten for many years ago by my mind, when she should be just striving to get rid of the bars. But besides the two, I was a beautiful son

I spent an angry day. I didn't talk to almost anyone, I didn't look at anyone, and I was very calm lying in my cell, watching the concrete ceiling. Ramirez started chattering alone "he thought he was talking to me" about the gang leaders calling the call girls for that night again, because all the weather in the penitentiary was heavy and the men thought that taking it out inside the legs of a woman who pretended to moans was what we needed.

I kept silent. My thoughts were directed to Joana, in every rare moment I was alone and bored. I found myself thinking that