
So, there I was, finally back in the Caddo Parish Prison awaiting my day before the judge who was not going to think kindly of me running off like I did. The few months I was incarcerated in the parish prison was a learning time for me. A learning experience that would give me insight on what to expect when I finally was shipped off to federal prison. I was, of course, not a hardened criminal, like some I was thrown into jail with, but from those hardened criminals I learned the proper prison etiquette and jargon which helped keep me out of more trouble than I needed. No one sat me down and said to me they wanted to impart their knowledge of hard knocks to me, I merely kept my mouth shut as much as I could and observed. I only had a few minor problems and one almost bad problem. the bad problem was with an old man who had spent most of his life behind prison bars in Texas and I learned more from him than anyone.
Finally the day came when I was standing before the judge. He pronounced a six-year term on me and within two weeks I was walking past the barbed-wire fence of El Reno, Oklahoma, my home for awhile.
My Novels:
Write To Murder . . . http://www.lulu.com/content/956621
Margaret and David: A Love Story . . . http://www.lulu.com/content/1072842
My Mother's Revenge . . . http://www.lulu.com/content/1132742
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