Missing what I don't Miss
After all, I've spent more time locked up than I have been on the outside. I've never been to my parents' house on the street it's on. I can't recall what getting drunk feels like. Having been incarcerated all my adult life, all I know is to live and survive in my environment. I've become a human chameleon, whenever I go, there I will be. I can see myself doing the same thing once I'm freed.
I'll miss not being able to adapt to my environment.