Only the dead survive

As the reinforced steel doors gave way to my angling perceptions of how life would be in its aftermath, I double checked my watch. It was exactly 1:34am. Six more minutes of uncertainty. Six more minutes of my old life. I had made mistakes in life. Many mistakes. As I had promised myself this was to be the last one. Jack Estolio was never to steal again. Better put, he wouldn't have the need to steal anymore. That's right, there was enough money behind this door to suffice for two of my family lifetimes. It was the heist of the century. 200 Million Dollars. I could get back my life. My son would go to a decent college. My wife would have barbecue parties on the patio where she would flaunt her new fur coat from France. My debts will be paid off. I'd ride in a chauffeured limousine. I'd invest money in the markets long-term to double it in every 10 years or so. Anna and I would watch the sunset from our beach mansion's balcony and get right back in thereafter...

As the iron bars closed shut in front of my face, I imagined how Frank had framed me. If I forgive that bastard I would maybe let myself sleep for just one night, so that I don't have to faint at the prison quarry by noon. I checked my watch. It was 11:54pm. Six more hours of darkness. Six more hours till the sun comes up. I had made mistakes in life. Many mistakes. But this one was the dumbest of them all. Had I not gotten greedy, I wouldn't have had to get my ego pounded by hounds from hell. 300 nights of sheer hell. It was the prison of the century. As I slid into my bunk, I imagined what my son would be dreaming about right now. The Marco Family hounds got Anna within 4 days of my capture. My son was taken into custodian rehab by some Templeton family. I wish they would let me meet my son, I would get right back in thereafter ...