What is Crime? Is crime alive? Can you feel it, smell it, or see it? Does crime bleed? Can crime learn or does it have any behavioral concept whatsoever? The obvious answer to these rhetoricals is a resounding NO! One can only broadly define crime as any thought, word, or…

I have marked my life by nonconformity. By standing on my own and seeing who joins me. Staring down the abyss and pondering the enormity. It has not always been the best tactic. I have suffered more at my own hands than anything injustice could have handed me. Though I…

Big House Butterfly Series: Ross was getting it ready. He had locked his cell door, ensuring he was alone and uninterrupted. His cell was immaculate, he was a very attention to detail type of guy. To say he was organized would be a severe understatement. The thing about Ross was…

Names changed to protect the guilty. Mr. Thomas was in his 60’s but he looked much older. Standing over 6 feet tall, he probably was an athlete when he was younger. Tall and slim, the build of a runner. He spent most of his time in the church. Sharp-minded if…

Grandpa Dean was a Real Grand Father. Quiet and pensive, he always sat and watched. He was from the era of Men. And in that era he was the Chieftain. …

Is it just me? Am I the only one that feels invisible at times? Like even the people I am “close to” couldn’t care if I was there or not? People look at me and think, “That guy is cool. He must have a ton of friends.” But that couldn’t…

So you want to know what it’s like inside? I heard you were curious about how we live in here. I’ll tell you, but you probably won’t believe me. I mean it’s not like on TV, or movies. Even the documentaries you have seen don’t fully do it justice. You…

I’m beginning to relate with my Great Grandmother. Is that a strange statement for a grown man to make? It feels strange. My great grandma was a little bitty old lady, she died at 94 or 95 years old. I was somewhere in my teens. We were not close. When…