The 20th Meeting “So, how did you get here?” mumbled a tall, sweaty, bearded cellmate.
“I did my fair share,” I replied with cold eyes. We were in a dim, cold, depressing prison cell. With a bunk bed that had one pillow on each mattress, and two prickly uncomfortable blankets. I keep remembering every night of how I ended up in here. I had it all a fortune,prosperity, and my share of things. I was as snug as a bug in a rug. Yet, I have lost it all from a meeting I made 20 years ago. My best old chap, a fine true man, Jimmy Wells, took away everything from me. He had joyful eyes, that couldn’t do any harm, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. was standing in front of a stiff, inky hardware store with an unlit cigar. At that moment,
“I did my fair share,” I replied with cold eyes. We were in a dim, cold, depressing prison cell. With a bunk bed that had one pillow on each mattress, and two prickly uncomfortable blankets. I keep remembering every night of how I ended up in here. I had it all a fortune,prosperity, and my share of things. I was as snug as a bug in a rug. Yet, I have lost it all from a meeting I made 20 years ago. My best old chap, a fine true man, Jimmy Wells, took away everything from me. He had joyful eyes, that couldn’t do any harm, but I remember it as if it were yesterday. was standing in front of a stiff, inky hardware store with an unlit cigar. At that moment,