Of course, I've already described the kind of luck that I have. The Nazi kid was trying to get into a prison gang of skinheads. Like most prison gangs, the entry fee was to kill someone. The gang leaders decided that the kid needed to get rid of me on a Monday during the hour that we were allowed to go outside our cells. I had grown close to a couple of the old timers that had been in for over 30 years and an Irish guy that was in for burglary.
Bad news gets around pretty quick in small places.
It was one of the older inmates that tipped me off about my planned execution. All during the night between Sunday and Monday, I stared at the bunk above me. Up until then, I had made choices that did not get me far in life. My next choice would be different. For once, I would take control of my destiny.