We were just kids in prison, groping bars of angry certainty: I am right; we are right. Just kids in prison, alone to face the stares of the innocent. In prison, and just enough sustenance for ninety days in hell. Hell, we both said, and consumed each other lavishly, pleasure marked in paths like cookie crumb trails. Hell for ninety, heaven for one: we drank deeply to drown fear in contentedness. We were just two kids in prison, too young to imagine teeth dropping from des...