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It’s Christmas. December 25th, 2005. There’s something about Christmas in prison that tends to make me appreciate the holiday even more.I...

We had all gathered into the gym to say our final farewells. I somehow felt obligated to go. I didn’t know “Little Baby” well; just saw...

The truth is that I can remember almost the exact moment when I finally gave up the sadness that had consumed my life. It would be hard...

My sobriety date is tomorrow. I’ll always dread it and revere it. I never thought it was even possible. But I got and stayed sober...

Ben and Mozart’s 21st I was locked up with this guy named Ben. I’d loosely call him a friend. Ben was a hard person to like. He was...

The next day, the kitchen worker moved into our block, into Kenny’s old cell. He introduced himself, said he was looking forward to...

There were a few things that weren’t quite working out for me. Every morning we would go stand in line for clothes change. I am not a big...

Kenny was the first person that I met at Eastern. I still have good memories of Kenny. Everyone called him “Slim”. He was tall, close to...

A couple of years before I was released I became eligible for “CV’ passes. These were 6 hour passes out into “the world” with a community...

Sometimes when I talk to my grandfather on the telephone about running he will listen patiently, and at the end I can hear him say a...

The coveted green cart. Story has dreams and wishes of this green cart. Sometimes, on our way to the grocery store I hear Story offer a...

Kenny was the first person that I met at Eastern. I still have good memories of Kenny. Everyone called him “Slim”. He was tall, close to...

I love almost everything about Autumn. It’s endlessly romantic. I love the fallen leaves and the quiet remembering that it always seems...

It was a long bus ride, but there wasn’t really anything else to do but try to take it all in. I was so impressed with just how cool some...

Israel had to steal. I had been working in the prison kitchen for about 3 months before I requested the position as baker. There were a...

Walking around the fence’s perimeter, another lap, another…quarter mile? I wonder if it really is a quarter mile. That’s what I’ve been...

One afternoon not long after I had first been locked up I was sitting in the chow hall with a group of guys. I didn’t know any of them...

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