Here at 3,600 feet. Deep within the mountains of West Virginia. Spring has come late this year. It’s where I have lived out the uncompromising reality of my life for the past nearly thirty years. Within a cell smaller even than the tiniest hotel room. With dull grey walls trimmed in white. Where each day I ask myself… What have I done with my life. This life. What will be the final tally of my deeds?