Darcy Midnight

I needed money - bad - and I was willing to sell my body and soul to earn some. I became a male lot lizard or truck stop prostitute. All seemed good after my first job, but I walked into the wrong bathroom and for four hours was used. Even worse, the local cops caught me speeding while in ripped clothes and a wad of cash. Worse yet, the judge had no sympathy and I ended up in prison with some overly friendly friends: Fez, Words, and Snake.
It was the longest night and I was facing nine to 12 months....