Danny Morrison is listening to a Traveling Wilburys' tune and remembering a time in bed with his girlfriend Leslie in 1988. The song goes: And the walls came down. All the way to hell. Never saw them when they're standing. Never saw them when they fell. He suddenly sits upright. It is five in the morning, in October 1990, and he is alone in the Crumlin Road Jail, … [Read more...] about Then The Walls Came Down – A Prison Journal
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