You sit there with a mass murderer. A mass murderer. Your heart rate is jacked. Your hand, steady. That’s one thing I figured out about myself in prison. My hand does not shake— ever.
Sometimes I wonder: Will God ever forgive us for what we’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize… God left this place a long time ago.
When you develop sort of a friendship with somebody over the years, there’s just a trust factor there. We both know that we have the best intentions for each other, but we also know that we can sorta push each other’s limits.
Wait do Leonardo DiCaprio fans have a name
Cause if not
Dicaprihoes
