The trip was long and I had much time to take in the scenery. I gazed out the window like a schoolboy on a field trip. Just to see cars and people was a treat. I saw houses and traffic lights. All these little things that are commonplace to many were now so new to me. I remembered how that not to long ago, I was free to roam as I wished. I realized once again that I no longer had that right.

We traveled towards the country. Where I used to live would be considered a suburb, but it was city compared to the country we were now in. I started to see a multitude of houses with American flags out front. I realized how different these people were from the people from where I lived. I was very apprehensive to be a city boy in the midst of these country folk. I knew I would have to adapt an attitude that would be acceptable to these “country bumpkins” who would now have charge of me.

As I was walked through the door into the garage; I struggled along, trying to learn the penguin walk. By the time I got to the car, my ankles had taken a beating. It’s quite embarrassing, shuffling along. The chain drags on the floor and makes a sound that reminds you that you are nothing to the common world. No matter what kind of person you are; a hatred of the injustice, even if deserved, comes to the forefront of your mind.

The garage was just large enough to hold one car, maybe two. There were large garage doors at either end, but they were locked shut. I was put into the back seat of a police car
The driver of the vehicle was male, and he was escorted by a female officer. I was dressed in an orange jump suit with my chain accessories and placed in the back seat. A metal screen separated the front from the back.

I am a convicted felon. In 1991 I was tried and convicted of felony murder in the 1st degree. Going on to serve 15 years in a state penitentiary, I was released in September 2006. I am currently completing 3 years parole and a 10 year probation period.

Having been asked many times what prison is really like, I decided to make my experiences public. All the stories below are based on truth and what happened to me.
I do not intend to be biased either pro or con. These writings are intended to provide my own views, thoughts, and feelings as I experienced.