After reading another post by someone facing 50 years in prison, I realize by comparison that my life is a breeze, a cake-walk. Without a doubt, being in prison is the most hellish place that one can be. A place that has the three hells of fear, loneliness, and monotony. A place of loneliness because everybody there hates each other's guts. A place of monotony because you have the same routine every day. A place of fear because you can get raped at any time, or stabbed at any time. In comparison, my situation is a cake-walk.