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If the survey takes only 5 minutes, try any poll that works for you. No text content! Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption there's a guy like me in every state and federal prison in America, I think -- I'm the guy who can get it for you. Tailor made a cigarette, a sack of riffer, if you aside from this, a bottle of cognac to celebrate your son or daughter in high school graduation, or anything else within reason, that is. It wasn't always like that. I came to Shawshank when I was only twenty and I am one of the few people in our happy little family willing to own up to what he did. I committed a murder. I installed a large insurance policy on my wife - who was three years older than me - and then I set the brakes on the Chevrolet coupe her father gave us as awedding present. It worked out exactly as I had planned - except that I didn't plan for her to stop to pick up a neighbor's woman and the son of a neighbor woman on the way down Castle Hill and into town. The brakes were released and carcrashed through the bushes on the outskirts of the city overall, the speed of the collection. Passers-by said he must have been making fifty or better when he hit the base of the Civil War statue and caught fire. I also didn't plan on getting caught, but caught me. I have a seasonal pass to this place. Maine has no death penalty, but the district attorney saw to him that I was tried for all three deaths and received three life sentences to run one after the other. This has documented any on parole, which I could have had for a long, long time. The judge called what I am made a disgusting, heinous crime and it was; but it's also in the past now. You can watch it in the yellowing files of Castle Rock Call, where the big headlines announcing my belief looksort funny and antique next to the news of Hitler and Mussolini and FDR'salphabet soup agencies. I've rehabilitated myself, you ask? I don't even know what that word means as far as prisons and corrections are concerned. I think that's the word politics. It may have some other meaning, and it's possible that I'll have a chance to find out, but it's the future - something of a disadvantage to teach myself not to think. I was young, looking good, and from a poor part of town. I knocked down, grinning, stubborn girl who lived in one of the beautiful old houses on Carbin Street. Her father was willing to marry if I wanted to take a jobin optical company he owned and work my way up. I learned that what here meant, kept me in his house and under my thumb like an adisagreeable pet that is not quite a household and which can bite. Enoughhate eventually piled up to get me to do what I did. Given the second chance, I wouldn't do it again, but I'm not sure that means I'm rehabilitated. Anyway, it's not me, I want to tell you about; I want to tell you about a guy named Andy Dufresne. But before I can tell you about Andy, I have to explain afew other things about myself. It won't take long. Like I said, I've been the guy who can get it for you here in Shawshank for a heck of forty years. And that doesn't just mean contraband items such as extra 1cigarettes or booze, although these items are always top of the list. But I've got other items for men doing time here, some of them are perfectly legalyet hard to find in a place where you were supposedly brought to bepunished. There was one guy who was raping a little girl and exposing himself to dozens of others; I got him three pieces of pink Vermont marble and he made three lovely sculptures of them - a kid, a boy about twelve years old, and an abearded young man. He called them Three Centuries of Jesus, and these parts of the cult are now in the living room of a man who was once the governor of that state. Or here's a name you remember if you grew up north of Massachusetts-RobertAlan Cat. In 1951, he tried to rob the First Commodity Bank of Mechanical Falls, and the seizure turned into a bloodbath - six dead in the end, two of them gang members, three of them hostages, one of them a young state policeman who put his head in the wrong time and was shot in the eye. Cat had a penny collection. Naturally, they weren't going to let him have him here, but with the help of his mother and the middleman who used to drive the laundry I was able to get it for him. I told him, Bobby, you must be crazy, wanting to have a collection of coins in a stone hotel full of thieves. He looked at me with me. and said, I know where to keep them. They'll be safe. Don't be inspired. And he was right. Bobby the Cat died of a brain tumor in 1967, but this coin never appeared. I got men's candy for Valentine's Day; I got three of these greenmilkshakes they serve at McDonald's around St. Paddy's Day for the crazy Irishmannamed O'Malley; I even organized a midnight screening of Deep Throat and TheDevil's Miss Jones to a party of twenty people who pooled their resources torent movies . although I ended up doing a week in solitary for this antics. It's a risk that you risk when you're the guy who can get it. I've got handbooks and fuck-books, jokes novelties like hand buzzers and itchy powder, and on more than one occasion I've seen that longtime hasgotten pair of panties from his wife or his girlfriend . and I think you'll know what the guys here do with such elements for long nights when time pulls out like a blade. I don't get all these things for free, and for someitems the price comes high. But I don't just do it for money; what good is that money for me? I will never own a Cadillac car or fly to Jamaica for two weeks in February. I do it for the same reason that a good butcher will only give you fresh meat: I've gained a reputation and I want to keep it. The only two I refuse to handle are guns and heavy drugs. I'm not going to help anyone kill myself or anyone else. I've had enough murders to work on all my life. Yes, I'm just Neiman-Marcus. And when Andy Dufresne came to me in 1949 and asked if I could bring Rita Hayworth to prison for him, I said it wouldn't be a problem. And it wasn't. 2II When Andy came to Shawshank in 1948, he was thirty years old. He was a short, neat little man with sandy hair and small, smart hands. He wore gold frames. His nails were always cut and they were always clean. It's a funny thing to remember about a man, I suppose, but it seems to be sumAndy for me. He always looked like he was supposed to wear a tie. On the side, he was vice president of the trust management of a major Portland bank. Good job for a man as young as he was, especially when you consider how conservative most banks are . and you have to multiply that conservatism byten when you get to New England where people don't like to trust a man with that money if he's bald, limping, and constantly plucking on his pants to get his farm around right. Andy was behind the murder of his wife and her lover. Like I said, everyone in prison is an innocent man. Oh, they read this scripture the way these holy videos on TV read the Book of Revelation.They were victims of judges with stone hearts and balls to match, orincompetent lawyers, or frames, or bad luck. They read the scriptures, but you can see another scripture in the Face. Most of the cons are low sort, not good for themselves or anyone else, and their worst luck is that their matists carried them to term. In all my years, there were fewer than ten people in Shawshank, whom I believed when I was told they were innocent.