The other inmates stand in a long straight line, flanked by guards, and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them, because they will not run - will not try to escape.
I escaped one time. In 1971 I was in the free world for six weeks.
At age nine I began serving long stints in juvenile detention quarters. At age twelve I was sent to the Utah State Industrial School For Boys... at age eighteen I was released as an adult.
When I'm forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it's all I can do to refrain from attack.
Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life, every hour and minute of every day, and you can grasp the source of this paranoia, this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control.
I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror.
To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.
One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.
The only serious crime I have ever committed in free society was bank robbery during the time I was a fugitive.
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