Welcome back, glad you guys are still with me. The story keeps getting more and more intense, you know? It feels so good to get it all out there though, to own up to my faults.
Being a kid in prison doesn’t mean people treat you any nicer. Nah, they’re still condescending and act as they own you. It wasn’t good preparation for reality.
I had to keep my head down and not get into trouble. I studied. I actually did some college coursework in prison. But then this whole bad business went down.
They tried to get me to deal with drugs guys when I was already in prison for dealing drugs.
It was one of the guards! Prison guards can be corrupt, they aren’t infallible. This man thought I was some impressionable kid and tried to convince me to sell drugs that he would smuggle into me. I told him, no, and he was flabbergasted.
That’s when the threats started. I wasn’t going to rat him out. Like I said, I was trying to keep my head down and just get out of there as soon as possible. But he had some inmates rough me up, needed to give me a reminder now and again.
I’m not the kind of guy that is just going to sit there and take it. I thought about it for a while of course. Weighed the pros and cons. But I sucked it up and took a risk and told the warden about him.
My sentence got reduced by a whole year for that. They believed me, we even worked together, and he got caught threatening me. Flat out admitted to the whole thing.
My parents were actually proud of me for that. Helped them believe that I really wanted to fix things, turn them around and get my life back on track.
They moved me to a new prison after that though. One thing though guys don’t like is a snitch. But I managed. I kept my nose in the books and finished my bachelor’s degree right before I got out.
I guess you could say prison changed me, but I wouldn’t attribute all my changes to that. No, I was the one who did it. I did it for myself so that I could have some kind of life after drug addiction basically ruined my life. I’m proud to say I made it.