The past week has been incredible! My mom, my amazing webmaster, already shared the fantastic news about my early release on the blog. I wanted to write a journal entry to explain the complex calculations that led to this outcome. The key to my early release is the...
Note: This journal entry was written on January 31st and postmarked February 3rd. It has been stuck in the abyss of the USPS mail system until delivered on February 23. There’s a story that has always stuck with me. Scientists placed a group of ten monkeys in a...
My last entry was about a good day, fueled in part by commissary shopping. This one is the complete opposite. I’m in an FCI camp, which, unlike a traditional prison, lacks fences. Theoretically, we could walk out at any time. In fact, a public road runs close to...
Tuesday was a surprisingly wonderful day, as pleasant as any day in prison can be. It started with commissary shop day, the bi-weekly occasion when we receive the items we ordered the previous week. “Campers” are usually running low on snacks and...
Super Bowl Sunday in prison, or “the Big House” as we call it, is always a tense time. Rumors fly that guards will use any excuse to lock us down, cutting off TV access and preventing us from watching the game. This year, despite a few surprise searches,...
It’s been two weeks since I arrived at camp. The facility is full, housing around 255 inmates. The population seems split roughly in half: about 50% are here for drug charges (mostly intent to distribute), and the other half, like me, are white-collar offenders....
