From the August 1955 magazine.

It Could Happen to You

CAN you remember those times when you awoke and were unable to get out of bed unless you knew where there was a drink hidden around the house? The day that I went on the drunk that-landed me behind the walls for fifteen years, was no different from several hundred others.

When I started out that morning, it was just another day. I didn't have any idea that something would happen that, in my warped way of thinking, would cause me to go berserk, cause me to forget myself to the extent that I would want to do harm to other people.

Arriving at prison, I was entering a way of life...

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