There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. Then a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time.Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit.
Perhaps one day you muster the courage, to make a clean breast of everything in the heart only ended up to let others see the joke, because they did not understand you to say what, also don't know why do you think things are so important, say, almost cried out. I think the worst thing in the world, than with full of heart and secret, but no one can tell, but no one can understand!
I look back on the past, committed a felony little fool, I want to communicate with him and let him understand, but I can't do this, the boy would not see the, only my old trunk.