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I’ve never been a person to believe in much of anything, but the past few weeks have shown me how real life can be. I started the next level of my journey to find Truth in prison due to an incredible individual. Brandon Bautista—or “Domi,” as we call him—is a Dominican from Philly and oneContinue reading “Prison Just Got Real”

Cowboys cheerleaders were feeding me Baconators and complimenting my cleverness when I was rudely awakened by a window knock and shower call. Fuck me. Another day in the SHU. Imagine my confusion when I looked out the window and observed Stalin wearing nothing but a Speedo with “Before” written on his chest. I had noContinue reading “Halloween Fun”

Bill was woken up by his alarm at seven in the morning. Just another Tuesday, only he’d picked up a double shift. Overtime was the only way to truly make money as a cop. He was still half asleep as he shuffled to the kitchen in his boxers and started up the Keurig—time for hisContinue reading “Bill & Darell”

What an unexpected journey prison has become. The last two and a half years of my life have been spent in the custody of the Federal Bureau of Prisons. I have fought, cried, forgotten, forgiven, learned, loved, felt, and written. I write because it releases me from the chains that bind my mind to thisContinue reading “30-Month Reflection”

A blank page. Live life for the story. The rest of my life. Sometimes I twirl a pencil or pen for seemingly endless amounts of time, just staring at a blank page. I love it. I love what a blank page promises. For me, it signifies the endless possibilities of the future. I can createContinue reading “Blank Pages”

I grew up in a home where everything that didn’t directly glorify the Biblical version of God was a sin. Rules? Shit. The list of things I was allowed to do was much smaller than the list of forbidden fruit. My mother copied movies from Blockbuster and used some sort of microphone to dub overContinue reading “Why?”

Zach sucked at baseball. That was my first impression of him. He was overweight, couldn’t catch, had a weak arm, and could barely make contact in batting practice. He also didn’t give a fuck that he sucked. I fell in love with that kid.  As I sit here in a jail cell inside of aContinue reading “R.I.P Zachary Outland”

Do you ever look around and think about the fact that everyone is going through something? In prison, that might seem obvious. Maybe it’s easier to realize everyone in here is going through something—they’re in prison, duh. But it’s no different on the outside. It might even be more pronounced. The suffering in here staysContinue reading “Smiling”

I’m annoying. I already know it. Being fucking positive with all that “believing in myself” bullshit. I hate that shit. Well, at least I know I used to. I had about two months between sentencing and the time I had to self-surrender. I felt almost nothing during those two months, yet, somehow, I simultaneously alsoContinue reading “Hopelessness”

I have written on this subject before, but it’s been a while. I’m currently in the custody of the Federal Bureau of Prisons for a mandatory minimum sentence of 60 months for marijuana trafficking of 100kg or more. That’s roughly 220 pounds or more if conversion math isn’t your strong suit. A lot of peopleContinue reading “Marijuana Trafficking 101”