How Johnny Cash Saved my Life: 300 Years After He Died

By Abigail Isaac

The first time I heard Johnny Cash I sat in prison waiting hopefully--desperately--for someone to post my bail. And that one night saved my life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Abigail Isaac
• Release date: Jun 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476242897

Abigail Isaac

I began writing at fourteen to entertain my sister, but it took me almost four years before I wrote something that might be considered half way good, and another year or two to fully complete a novel, The Sweeper Pilot. Since then, I’ve written a variety of both short stories and parts of novels, all of them science fiction of some variety. Currently, I live in South Dakota. I attend college, work at the writing center and study to be an elementary teacher. When I have time, I write, draw, waste time and read good books.

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How Johnny Cash Saved my Life––300 Years After He Died

By Abigail Isaac

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Copyright 2012 by Abigail Isaac

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Just shut up already! I don’t care about Rosanna!

I know it’s a just song, but it’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m exhausted. Otherwise, I’d shut him up myself. The jailer curses me and sings louder. I didn’t exactly expect anything from him. He’s one of those strange fellows who likes to sing off-key to three-hundred-year-old songs--just to annoy the prisoners. And to keep them from sleeping. He also likes to make crude comments about anything, but me in particular, seeing how I’m the only girl he gets to watch tonight. No wonder he can only get a job as a night jailer. Still, between him and this ridiculously uncomfortable night-club getup, sleep is nearly impossible.

As the song ends, another jailer barks into my block about a call.