I've been going through my many cloud services trying to sort out the backlog of scattered incomplete writings/etc. Looking for what's salvageable and what can be safely tossed out.

To that end I'm going to start occasionally posting some semi-started (I can't be too generous and call them semi-finished) works of stuff. Mostly it'll be junk that was rough to begin with or something that I just forget where I was going in the first place. Let the word dumping begin!

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Grady Morgan in Jail

Date of original writing: Unknown

Waking up to the sounds of screaming were nothing new to Grady Morgan. After the first decade or so, he was able to batter down the dread that comes with such a horrible morning alarm. Besides these fits of terror weren’t close.

Probably the skinny kid on the bottom near the screw station, Grady thought as he swung his legs over the edge of his, what he would have once generously, now comfortably, called his bed. He moved his head to one shoulder then the other cracking it gently. He recalled a line from one of his favourite movies and muttered to himself with a smirk, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

Grady had been behind bars for twelve years. As uncomfortable as he was with the worst of it he was also used to it. At 34 years of age getting used to being in prison was the best defense his mind could have engaged. He barely thought of the night that put him here anymore. The darkness, the road, the six drinks too many... Her.

He stood with a grunt and a twinge in his back abruptly flared causing him to grunt again.

“Fuck.”

He went to the sink and rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth and rinsed again.