You could say he had been in trouble all his life.
Crime became part of his life as a teenager. Then, over a period of three decades he had climbed the ladder to serious crime. Enterprises with bigger and bigger stakes, with underworld figures expecting more and more from him. It was apparent to anybody who knew him that breaking the law came easily to him. However, this being true did not explain why, in general terms, he wasn’t very good at it. It had to be something just short of a miracle that the law had never caught up with him. By some devious means his bosses had always managed to protect him. This was something that was continually pointed out to him. A benefit that he should recognise and be truly grateful for.
Then came the moment, the realisation, the breaking of the ensnaring circle. That moment when he removed his glove and left a single print.
Now, no more fear or insecurity. No more jumping when the phone rang. No more trying to decide who were his friends and who where his enemies. No more knocking at the door in the early hours. No more feeling unsafe. No more lying. No more hiding. No more hurting people. No more doing bad things…
The sound of heavy metal doors clanging shut was music to his ears. This was his refuge.
How he loves his new life… in prison.