by Chris Bunton I was locked up in Menard prison, at the medium security joint on the hill; serving time for stabbing a guy in a bar fight, when I got a letter from my cousin in Chicago.The letter read: “Hey cuz, How are you? Things are going good up here. Just working and stayingContinue reading “Hit 50”
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