I looked for God in several religious groups but never found Him. So, I cowardly evaded justice by running to Mexico after committing my last crime in 1993.
“I just wanted my boys to know how much I love them. Growing up my dad was barely in my life. I swore that if I had kids I would always be there for them.”
“No matter what, the seasons change. In some seasons the darkness comes quicker, lasts longer. Things wither away and die and the world seems cold. In other seasons the sun shines bright and darkness is fleeting. Those things that die will be resurrected and restored. That’s how I feel about life. That’s how I feel about humanity.”
I’ve made it through the years, I’ve lost family and friends.
Coming back to San Quentin in 2019 was surreal. My first [and only previous] time home was in 1981.
“Am I eternally scum because I have an inmate number to identify me behind enemy lines? Is all the good that I do, wasted because I am incarcerated?”
My family isn’t perfect by any means. But I’ll take precious over perfection anytime.
“I learned a different way to communicate and worked on becoming the person others could come to for help. The person I always wished I had in my life when I was a boy. I strive to be better.”
“It was hard for you to navigate the intricate dynamics of relationships on all levels. From the earliest days there was no way that you could form the importance of trust, empathy, confidence in self and so forth”
“As a prisoner, I lost control a long time ago. Now with every fleeting year, I am like an astronaut who lost his tether and broke off from the space station.”
Inmates because of their incarceration, have lost the favor of being a citizen. Many people believe that anyone in prison is the “worst of the worst” and thus deserves any hardships they receive.