My inspiration comes from everywhere. I’m an avid reader of anything I can get my hands on; I like to imagine what happens after I’ve read the last page, where do the characters go? I muse on normality being forced into an abnormal condition, where someone I know or some part of my own character is forced to confront a situation they could never have imagined.
I’m shouting at the tosser in the next cell, he’s shouting down the phone and now he’s shouting back at me. Can’t hear meself bloody think. Now it sounds like he’s on about someone having tricked him into giving them a baby for Chris’ sakes. I must relax, lie back on me bunk, and reflect on how I got into this position… and how I’m going to get out of it.
Max’s criminal career has been going downhill since it began when he was sixteen on an armed robbery job with his father. Now in his mid-forties, he’s spent more time in jail than on criminal endeavours and he’s back inside again. It wasn’t another getaway driver driving away prematurely that’s landed him in jail this time though. No, this time it wasn’t someone else’s mistake. This time it was his...well, the crack. He can’t actually remember doing what they said he did last week or why he did it and for that he could go down for life.