Philadelphia Freedom was glaring on the raido as the big 74 Plymth Fury eased its way down Interstate 71 towards the prison where I was going to die, to be killed in the gaddamn electric chair for NOTHING… he female CO that was also transport officer that day had it in for me because of my Sister-in-Law and she was a big bitch too. You any kin to a Daisy Bridgeman? Yeah I said, my Sister-in-Law why? “fuck that bitch and yo lil scrony ass to” seems she had a chance to try Daisy and got that ass tore the fuck up so when I checked in and said my last name Bridgeman, she gave it to me all the way to the Penitentiary
