My cell in the clink was small, and cold. My cellmate was old and crazy. All I could do that first day was lay on the bunk and think about the life that I lost.
The wife that I coulda had.
The kids I coulda had.
The president's son I coulda been protecting.
Toby who I coulda sent back jail.
These damn dementors that I coulda not been listen to.
Well that was in the past future that I coluda had, now I had to live in the present and I had to turn back to who I were before.
No more mr.nice Mike.
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Prison Mike
FanfictionI'm Prison Mike. You know why they call me Prison Mike? You'll find out. A lot of you seem to think prison is as smooth as a soap bar. Well, I am here to scare you straight! Plz. read in bad NY accent
