After 7 days in pure Hell, involving exquisite pain, severe drug withdrawal
s, auditory, waking dream hallucinations
, nasty smell and
causing nausea, no sleep, couldn't eat, guilt over my daughter’s situation, and not being able to help my wife from jail, you know the drill (what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and what God leads you to, He brings you through). Luckily my only two-bed cellmate was a born-again Christian.