Desperation to Revelation

Desperate times often cries for violent measures. In response to those cries my brother and I made a pack with each other that, if and when it all goes down, we're going to survive together or die together This was our dilemma in the U.S. Penitentiary in Atlanta, Georgia. The eerie feeling of death and violence in the atmosphere seemed so thick that you could cut through it with a knife, that's why "We" walked around paranoidly attached to each other as if we were Siamese Twins.