In the beginning I would pinch myself to see if this was real. After two months I got tired of pinching myself.
Once I'm free I'll probably do it all over again. I'll probably pinch the lady next to me to see if she's real...watch out lady! Maybe I can just let the lady pinch me and kill two birds with one stone.
Aside from thinking about ladies and motorcycles I'm also downsizing my life. Everything stays when I leave. My radio goes to the friend without one. The boots go to the guy always borrowing them to wear to his visits. All the art supplies go to the guy learning to draw. My new sweatshirt goes to the man without. Some guys sell off their things. I'll bless those in need. That's the convict way.
It's significant of bigger things. When I leave, this thing stays behind me.
I have seen countless men come and go in my ten years. It's my turn suckers!!
Some guys get upset when another man goes. I've always been blessed for them. I need them to go so my day can come. I did my time. Ten years in prison--6 months of that in solitary confinement. I've fought; won some, lost some and walked away from some. I got the whole ride. If you only do a couple years, you can miss something. You do a dime-piece and you pretty much hit every branch on the fall down.
A friend told me there are two things a man never forgets in his lifetime. The day your child is born and the day you walk free. I missed too much of my daughters life, but I was there when she was born. Something I will never forget. Next stop---freedom.
