About the book: 1981 / I was assigned to the kitchen, stood at the distribution of food for the guards. And not at all for prisoners, as they said on the radio. Before that I worked in the laundry, but my fingers and toes were very swollen, and my ears were constantly ringing - probably because of that stinking liquid soap, so I was transferred to the kitchen. By the way, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Red Conley. If you can't remember, go to the library and dig through the files of old Los Angeles newspapers. You will read amazing things about this man. Because, according to all these hacks, Red Conley is dead..