Added June 29, 2015

On my first day in jail, a three hundred pound man named Porterhouse hit me in the back of the head with a metal tray.

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My Friend Leonard
James Frey
Published 2005 Book
Older I never thought I’d work a job that was dictated by human shit. But things change. When you’re responsible for following men around and cleaning up after them it’s, at best, funny and humbling, and at worst, humiliating.
Newer It was me who found her. April 1, 1880. The date is engraved on my story same as it is on the headstone, so cold and solid there under the pines.

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