Doc, I Have Got To Get Something Off My Chest...

If hed lived in different times, hed have been rowing in a galley or building pyramids in the desert. If hed been a monkey, the other monkeys would have stolen his bananas. Yes, of course, its our Lifer again, the eternal victim. He tries to make friends and they break his glasses. He escapes and they dont even need to look for him -he finds his own way back. And when he decides to go on hunger strike and rather die than eat, once again hes probably made the wrong decision: like the cook always says, with prison grub one thing doesnt rule out the other. But dont worry, the prison doctor is at his side, and he doesnt let anyone die all too easily... Enjoy the black humor in this third Lifer book, and remember: when lifes getting you down, dont keep it inside... get it off your chest!