Most guys find religion in prison. Not me. I brought it with me.
Four years of Latin, prison chaplaincy volunteer. I communed with monks, priests.
Now I sit in concrete cell, Bible in hand, wondering if God sees the irony in me preaching to men with cleaner souls than mine.
Paul D’Arcy tells stories, all real and most brief. You can read more at pauldrc.com.
That last sentence!