Man Eater On Market Street

Work in progress, only the introduction is finished.

Most of us here tend to not think about our past; at least, we don’t want to. But as I sit here in my cold concrete cell, I have no choice, for this is the consequences of my past.
“Life in prison with no chance of parole,” was what the Judge had said.
So here I am, in a maximum security prison because of my past.
Some call me crazy; to a few I am evil, but most just call me...

The Man eater on Market Street