Prison Epistles Fall 2013

There’s Got to be a Better Way! Several years ago I heard a HipHop song that went something like this…”Twenty inch blades on the Impalla Shot Calla, swishers rolled tight…cruising down the highway doing things the fly way, my way, there’s got to be a better way, a better way.”  Those lyrics hit home with me because I could see my lifestyle in them and, I too, always knew there was a better way than how I was living. Let me share some of my story with you. At the age of 12 years old I began using and selling heroin. As my addiction progressed and the street life became my life, I began committing thefts and robberies. Guns and violence were an everyday thing. As a result I spent the next 40 years in and out of prisons all across the United States, from Texas to Leavenworth, Kansas to Lompoc, California to Lewisburg, Pennsylvania to Terre Haute, Indiana. The majority of those years were spent in solitary confinement due to my involvement with gangs as a member and a leader…

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