I awoke in jail but didn’t at first know where I was. There was a very skinny black woman next to me. She had that “I’ve been doing crack for 20 years” look about her so I couldn’t honestly tell how old she was. I asked her where I was and she told me that I was on Death Row. I couldn’t even fathom what I could’ve done to end up here and was a bit panicked. All I had was a cardboard box with some junk in it and I wasn’t sure where it came from.

Suddenly there was a horn blowing. I asked the woman what it was for and she told me it was the call for lunch. I picked up my box and followed her into a small cafeteria where there were others congregating for food. I look for someone who worked there to help me figure out why I was on Death Row and see if there was anyone from the outside I could talk to. I found and authority who presented me with some paperwork that defined my incarceration. Apparently I was going to be executed because I had accrued $63,000+ in parking tickets. I was astonished that someone could be murdered for parking violations, not to mention the fact that I can’t remember receiving a parking ticket in years. I was paranoid. What could I do about this?

I kept asking to talk with someone but I wasn’t getting much help. Somehow, my consciousness went outside the walls of the prison where I came across Marcel standing there. He had grown his hair out really long and bleached it. He looked quite odd but I told him what was going on and asked him if he could help me.