When you're in the clink you ain't got a lot to look forward to. Most of the guys here have completely given up, but not me. Every Sunday my daughter comes to see me during visitor hours and it always ends the same way...with my little honeybun's face painted with her brothers and sisters. It's the one thing that keeps me sane in this prison. I'll pay my debt back to society and get out of here one day, then maybe I can settle down with my honeybun and live a good life...one day...