• I'll start this off by saying that my father is a psychotic mind and I hope he rots in Hell. He currently resides in the Pocahontas State Correctional Center. In case you didn't already know, that is a prison for bad people. The last time I talked to Bill--my dad--was through letters. Some of the things I said upset him and he just gave up on me. Who knew the cowardly lion had a twin brother? Anyway, Mom decided to take me to meet him today, without me knowing. Halfway there she tells me where we were going. I was pissed as all hell, but she refused to head back. When we finally arrived, Bill agreed to see me. Mom stepped back and let us talk--or rather, argue. What was supposed to be a regular conversation, turned into rage and blame. A few tables over, another inmate noticed us, and called me out. He told me that I had a big mouth, that I needed to shut up and respect Bill. Being the angry little girl I am, I walked over to him, and showed him just how big my mouth really is. I started off by telling him that he was in no place to be telling me who to respect or what to do. I went on by saying how it was none of his business, and that his fucking pie hole is a hell of a lot bigger than mine. I finished with a, "So step off, bitch," that got me shoved back. Next thing I know, Bill has this dude on the ground, laying punch after punch on his face. Within seconds, the guards came running. They pulled Bill off of a bleeding smartass breathing heavily on the floor. My mom and I were kicked out, and Bill was sent to solitary along with the other dude. And that was my prison experience. Thanks a lot, Mom.

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