Take a good look. Make your judgements. I don’t care.
The police, the lawyers, and the judge: they all got it wrong. My silence made them mad as hell. One cop punched me when I smiled at his attempts to make me talk.
I wiped the blood off my lip and laughed.
Say nothing, act dumb, and do your time.
When I’m out I’ll ask the questions. People get talkative when you threaten the right person, or lay a knife against a sensitive body part.
And when I get the answers I will have justice.
That is how I pass my time here: I imagine my day of reckoning.
Match the story (and the number) to the face at Mirrors.