I was in Atlanta in April 2007 visiting a common American attraction. It was accessible the prison van and, between many local attractions, choose this pose fir me was spontaneous.
We go around trying to ralize. We get tired a lot and all we care little. End up inside, or behind bars, it is so possible that, fortunately, we do not realize it. As time passes and is consumed as we may hope, and not return to their own. There, inside the van, for we know not where, basically it is the staff of life comedy.
But one place or an other is the same. From either side of the bars, what changes? It changes the fact that to be there and not elsewhere, as you remember once again the image and not others, and still other aspects that you can search, yours, and random. You were behind those bars, if in jest or otherwise, it matters little.
