Remember The Prisoner
I spent many years remodeling my little starter home, painstakingly ripping out the old and slowly…
I spent many years remodeling my little starter home, painstakingly ripping out the old and slowly…
“Hunter, report to the Canteen,” announced my housing unit loudspeaker. Puzzled, because shopping ended yesterday, I…
It was a particularly dark evening. The cloud cover was thick and we were waiting for…
I closed my eyes in the year 2025 and opened them again a century later. A disembodied…
One of my oldest memories is of when I was a toddler, in some long-forgotten apartment,…
The world was a different place when I began my federal incarceration back in 2013. Now…
By the time I was 11, I was a full-fledge drug addict. Let that sink in.…
Officers are outside the door yelling, “Uncover your window” over and over. I don’t respond. I…
I’ve said before how difficult it is to meet people in prison. Most inmates you don’t…
It’s been a very long time since I have seen snow. A few years ago, while…
