I am sitting under the floor of my prison's computer center, in a place I should not be, cut-off from my outside support, with no clue what to do. So, what's the worst thing that could happen if I just pull this thing out?

A truly blessed person is one who finally understands that he has been given a second chance...and may not have another.

With this choice, I know that I am giving up my career and most of my so-called friends. But, this is something I must do. Finally, I am going to do the right thing for the right reasons and maybe save his life.

Hey! You know, you talk too much. There's nothing wrong with my drinking. After all, what's the worst that could happen?