An intimate first person non-fiction storytelling experience about incarceration in the United States.
Six years ago, I started this blog.
If I could experience the outside world, where through my pen I break free from the bondage of prison, it would all be worth it, I had thought.
For decades, I have trekked through the desert known as American corrections, where justice is mirage and corruption the only oasis.
Think about the past 31 years of your life.
That’s 31 blazing summers where fireflies danced through twilight evenings and crickets fiddled through the night. Camp outs, cookouts, and 31 Christmases that gifted way to hopeful new years.
I recently started my 31st year in prison.
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