Tuesday, October 1, 2013

8-14-13 Night

2001 was the first time I went to BCP. It has been an eventful 12 years. A month here, a month there...half a year, and a couple year shots. The road has not been easy. I have scars. 

D-X F------X came up to chat for  aminute tonight. For a moment in time we weren't a convict and a guard. We weren't old friends either...the relationship is difficult to describe. Maybe it's akin to veterans of the same war? 

At any rate he says that he can see in my face that this run has taken a toll on me. It has, I see it tool; I feel it.

Humans aren't meant to live like this. It is harmful physically, spiritually, psychologically. I am fortunate to have a sense of meaning to my life. Fortunate to have a life outside of this.