Two hours is all I have to write this,according to the cheap plastic clock ticking away in the silence of thisconcrete room. I’ve been staring at it for the last fifteen minutes, justtrying to get it all straight in my head. I suppose in a sense I have all thetime in the world. Twenty-five years, anyway. Might as well be forever. Timedoesn’t really move the same way in prison. But I want to get this out today,so I know I’ve said it all and someone somewhere has...