I want to write this carefully but at the same time be vulnerable. I don’t want to seem as if I’m lonely although I am alone.
I’ve been in here since I was 14, a bad fight, a friend died, I was guilty. I got life but I was just a child who didn’t really understand it all. I’m finishing up my autobiography at age 30. I think it’ll help the one who reads it; if not in their own life, maybe in the life of someone close. The book was originally complete ending with me living out my days in prison but in 2009 I went back to court and the life sentence was reduced to 25 years. It’s a lot of math and I still count with my fingers, so…
Excuse me, I don’t really consider myself a Christian but my mother would be upset if I put anything else. Personally I’m only a Christian when the preaching is good.
I hope I caught the right attention and I wanted to include part of a poem from my book and so the ending you can read later.
Thank you for your time.