J. Isaac Gale
- Apr 7, 2016
- 1 min read

occupation: Ex-con, boxer, handyman, boat mechanic story: The past is the past, only it isn't. Moving from city to city, cell to cell, shit hole to rats nest, chasing the ever-illusive bright future carried J all across the United States. New York City, Chicago, Boulder, Los Angeles. Rikers Island, Folsom, Attica, San Quentin. Patterns are hard to break. A boxer, a tough guy. Hard nosed roughneck. Boxing didn't pay the bills, but it made a hard youth a little more bearable, and heavy work kept him in booze. Chasing the light, but stuck in the dark. Drowning in it. J bought himself a boat, maybe the ocean would be a change of pace, a real escape. Find himself a lighthouse. Port to port, the story didn't change much. Up the west coast, California to Washington state. Something calling to him, dragging him against the current... Nowhere Island. Has J found his lighthouse? face claim: Hoyt Richards aol/aim sn: hate bone deep (hatebonedeep)

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