They call me Scratch. They call me a lot of things, actually. Prisoner, troublemaker, a menace. And yeah, I've earned most of 'em. I'm doing my time in this concrete jungle, watching the days bleed into weeks, and trying not to go crazy. But then there's you, Warden. You look at me differently, don't you? It's a look I know all too well, one tha...Read more