"….guilty as charged in the indictment," the clerk finished reading the verdict forms. Logan's knees buckled, he could not believe what he had just heard. He heard Patricia gasp when the verdict was read, now she sat with a stunned look on her face. The judge issued the mandatory sentence, life without parole. Logan felt sick to his stomach. Why is this happening to me? Before he could even turn around to give his wife a hug, the court officers were behind him slipping on the handcuffs.
"Can I at least give my wife a hug goodbye guys?"
"No. You can give her a kiss though, but the cuffs stay on."
Logan kissed Patricia, he looked her in the eyes one last time, "I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me," he whispered in her ear.
"Stop it," she sobbed, "this is not your fault. We are going to fight this, you're coming home Logan. Stay strong, please just stay strong."
The officers whisked him away to a holding area within the guts of the courthouse. It was time to change back into his orange jumpsuit. The guards watched as he took off his suit, folding the crisp white dress shirt, as well as the dress pants along the crease. They carelessly tossed everything into a clear plastic bag, marked PROPERTY, and did a cavity search while he was naked. Before long, he was in a holding cell, waiting to be transferred to prison.
He needed to keep it together, not only for himself, but for Patricia as well. He clammed up as he wondered what prison would be like. He imagined that it wouldn't be very different from the county jail, at least aesthetically anyway, but he heard stories from some of the guys in county that made him cringe. Killgore State Prison had a reputation, and it wasn't good. From what Logan had heard, stabbings and staff assaults were out of control there. The rumor was that the gangs controlled Killgore, and the staff were just guests. He took that with a grain of salt though, as he did with anything he heard from another inmate.
"Nash," the guard barked, "time to ship out."
This is it. The guards loaded him and some other unlucky souls onto the bus in the secure loading area. After an hour of jockeying and paperwork, they were off. Logan took stock of the guy next to him. Typical biker look: husky, unshaven, and mean looking. The guy stared back at him with disdain.
"What the hell are you looking at? You a fag?"
The rest of the inmates busted out laughing, and the guard up front yelled at the men to shut up.
Logan looked away and didn't move his gaze for the rest of the way there. The bus pulled into the secure loading area, and the steel door cranked closed behind them. The end of the line. From this moment forth, Logan would never be the same, life as he knew it was over. He would either adjust or perish. The chips were down and he was all in.
Foreword
This is a blog novel, starring a man named Logan Nash. He is a man wrongly convicted of murder and is sent to prison for life. While there he goes through radical changes and becomes convinced that his mission is to cleanse all prisons of the world's evil people. He realizes that he cannot do it alone, and ultimately creates the most ruthless prison gang in history, the 2219.
Please feel free to comment on the novel as I go, I encourage you to offer your insights and opinions to me, that is what the blog is here for. I will update it as often as possible, at least every few days. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.
James Junior
Please feel free to comment on the novel as I go, I encourage you to offer your insights and opinions to me, that is what the blog is here for. I will update it as often as possible, at least every few days. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.
James Junior
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