I have always been one of those people who never give the lord credit when things are going good, so in the same ways I don't pray when things go wrong. The perception of wrong is another beast all together. Growing up in a household with strict parents I knew right from wrong. Right usually meant a pat on the head, as wrong usually landed that hand across my face.

"Johnny! You're not going to grow up like them neighbor hood punks."

I guess in many was I knew he wanted the best for me, follow his path to Vanderbilt. I never liked school enough to go any further upon graduating high school. I know it broke the ole man's heart for me not to have gone to school anywhere. At twenty he kicked me out of his house. I was happy to get out but, it turned out he didn't want me out so bad after all. He was over at my apartment daily, as if it were an extension of my old room at home. It wasn't a smooth transition for him at all.

"You know Johnny, it's never to late to go back to school."

It seemed as if he liked reminding me of that every week. Almost as much as he told me my girlfriends were little whores. I really don't believe my dad understood women in any kind of way. He objected to me getting married to my high school sweetheart Talia. Dad was so against it he wouldn't even come to the wedding. My mother showed up and, Roger Harris a lifelong friend stood in as best man. Talia's mother was stunningly beautiful. I kept thinking if the looking at a woman's mother theory was true, Talia would always be attractive.

"Johnny...With a newborn baby on the way, you might be able to do some night classes."

I wasn't going to night classes or day classes. He just never seemed to understand. In his family everyone went to college but, I didn't want to go. He died when I turned twenty one and, I always wondered after his death, if I ever made him proud. No matter what I did it never seemed to be good enough for him.

"Get your head out of the clouds, I bet someone made straight A's on their report card."

We still lived in the apartment when my daughter Cassie was born. We were trying to save up the money to move into a nice little house in the new subdivision Pine Hill Creek. My dad would have said it's living beyond your means but, he lived in the same split level house for thirty seven years. He was a very cynical old man, set in his own ways.

Talia was late coming home one night after work, I sat there with Cassie waiting for her. Pacing the floor and, looking at the clock realizing the guard at my post was going to be pissed. It was going to be my third day in one week of being late.
The State Trooper pulled my wife over on Hudson Road. They knew they could always get a speeder on that road, being long and straight it lured you into excessive speed. The trooper stood beside her car when another speeder who'd also been drinking hit them. Killing the trooper on contact, critically injuring Talia. She survived three surgeries before dying four days later.

There I was left with a daughter to raise, and a mother who needed extra care. She had been planing on moving in with our family after dad passed away. She put it off until she fell in the shower breaking her hip. I made the most of it, with help from family and friends.
I arrived home one night as my cousin Michelle was leaving Chris arrived at my house. Something was on his mind, I'd known him since middle school and, there was this way of silence that always gave him away.

"What's on your mind Chris?" I broke the ice.

"Johnny, remember we always said, if we ever came into some money...We'd help each other out?" The Brooklyn accent stayed with him for years after leaving.

"Sure I do, and if I ever hit the lotto you'll be the first guy I call." He laughed a bit.

"I'm giving you that call today, well tonight." He said as he pulled out an envelope.

"Here take this." I grabbed the white envelope stuffed with cash. Even if it were all one dollar bills there was more the a thousand.

I opened the envelope exposing ten thousand dollars. Many thoughts ran through my mind, none more than the struggles of raising my daughter in poverty.

"Chris... I can't accept this."

"Yes you can, it's in your hands right now. Johnny, nobody has had it tougher than you. You're raising a precious baby girl all by yourself and, she'll be starting school real soon too."

"Are you sure you can afford to do this?" I asked him upon deciding to keep it.

"As long as we've known each other, I can't afford not to."

"Thanks Chris, really this is the best thing someone has ever done for me."

"Don't worry about it, it's the least I could do for a longtime friend like you. I'm going to Steve's to have a few beers if you can get a sitter for the baby."

"No man, I really can't do it. I have been away from Cassie too much lately."

"I understand Johnny, family first. Would it be alright if I left my car here?"

"Sure, just leave the keys so I can move it if I need to." I felt obligated in a way, since he'd just gave me ten grand. Then I couldn't get down to the bar with him.

"Where did you get that old car?" I asked him.

"I traded the mini van for it a week ago."

Moments later a cab pulled up in the parking lot. Chris walked out again telling me if I wanted to come have a drink he'd be there until closing time. I went in thinking about the money. I held my little girl in my arms telling her how lucky we were. Not that she understood what I was saying, still I needed to tell someone. I had waited so long for something to go my way. I ordered a pizza for Cassie and myself to eat, that was something I knew she'd like. when the delivery man showed up with the pizza, I paid him with a one hundred dollar bill. He couldn't come up with all the change, so I let him have a twenty dollar tip for a forty dollar purchase.

The next morning as I woke up to the sound of cartoons from the night before. I got out of bed grabbed the money to make sure it wasn't a dream. I woke my little princess up so we could take the money to the bank. It was better than having it inside my apartment where things could happen to it. As We walked outside I quickly noticed the police standing around the car Chris had left in the parking lot. My hand probably gripped tightly around Cassie's small hand as we walked toward them.

"Are you Johnny?" The officer approaching me asked.

"Yes, I'm Johnny." The feeling in my stomach can't be easily explained. The fact that the officer knew my name sent off a ton of red flags. He moved in grabbing Cassie and, throwing me against the car Chris left the night before.

"You are under arrest, anything you say can and will be used in the court of law. You have the right to attorney, if you can't afford one, the court will appoint you one."

"I don't understand...What is going on here?" I asked as he was putting me in the back of the police car.

Upon being booked in the county jail, I tried to put the pieces together. I knew it had something to do with the money that Chris had given me. I was worried about Cassie but, figured in a little while I'd be released after the mix up was resolved. Upon talking with my court appointed lawyer I realized the situation was far worse than a simple mix up. I was being held on a first degree murder charge.

I explained how I got the ten thousand dollars. He explained to me that a search warrant issued for my apartment turned up the alleged murder weapon. It was being tested in ballistics as we spoke. As well as the car being tested for DNA evidence.

"Like I said Mr. Williams, Chris gave me the money."

"Chris was found dead last night, he was shot by the same gun they're testing right now." Williams informed me.

"The handgun is for home protection. I have only fired it like three times." I explained to him.

"Listen Johnny, they have a money trail that shows over five hundred thousand dollars being deposited into your account. Authorized by two dead men."

"I don't have that kind of money!"

"A warrant for you account shows otherwise."

That might have been when I realized something far beyond my understanding took place. Chris had given me that money then left ending up dead. The other man Jerry I didn't even know, when my attorney showed me the photo I said that too. The public defender was trying to build a case for my innocents but, the truth I told he himself didn't believe. The truth was suppose to set one free, however in my case it wasn't proving to be true.

"Harold Peterson is the prosecutor taking your case and, he is cut throat too. We have to do better than Chris just giving you ten thousand dollars."

"I was home with my daughter all night." I tried to explain to my lawyer.

"Let me talk this over with my partner and, then we'll figure this whole thing out. If the ballistic tests prove it wasn't your gun, you'll be in good shape."

I felt somewhat better after talking to Mr. Williams. Also I knew my handgun had been in the bedroom and, hadn't been fired in a very long time. I couldn't figure out what had actually happened but, I was being charged for whatever had went down. As a teenager I had some petty crimes on my record, but never had I spent the night in jail. There I was locked up with the kid who shot the another kid execution style in the parking lot of the Burger King. The news had been all over the story for weeks. He laid on his bunk never speaking to me. I believe the guy was afraid to engage in conversation with me. Young locked up in jail with much older criminals. He had no idea I was innocent, for all he knew I was a murderer too.

The days grew long as I could only sit and think about Cassie. She was with my cousin and mother so I knew she was in good hands but, still I missed her so bad it hurt deep inside my heart. Since Talia was killed in the accident, I was Cassie's whole world. Being left to defend myself in a situation where I did nothing wrong was tough. With all the time I had to think about it, there was still no putting the pieces together. I had started to believe Chris had gotten into something dangerous. Behind my back using me somehow, and using my bank account somehow, putting me in a no win situation with him being dead. I also knew with me being charged with two murders, that someone had got away with two murders. Mr. Williams always made me feel better after our meetings but, then I was back in the cell thinking of the grim set of circumstances.

In a pretrial hearing I was offered a thirty year plea bargain, while facing a life sentence. Mr. Williams asked if I needed time to think it over and, I said No. There wasn't a chance I was going to accept that when I did nothing wrong. It might not have been a life sentence, but for me it was. I wouldn't see Cassie grow up and, she'd have been thirty when I got out.

"Hell No! Mr. Williams, I am innocent."

He looked at me as if I had passed up the best deal I was going to get. Suddenly I felt my world seem to crumble. I knew right then Mr. Williams didn't like our chances of winning.

"No your honor, we do not accept the plea offer."

As Mr. Williams said those words a chill ran down my spine. The overwhelming feeling of being alone consumed me right then and there. The trial date was set as the D.A said that was the best offer they were willing to give me.

"Johnny, the ballistic test results came back conclusive to your handgun. The evidence they have is damning to our case. Thirty years was the best offer we were getting with the mountain of evidence they have."

I explained to Mr. Williams there was no way it had been my gun. Still at that point the truth setting you free stuff was how I thought. He said he admired my strength in the situation, indicating to me he also believed my innocence. Either way I incarcerated for two murders I didn't commit. Wondering if the jury would buy the simplicity of the truth. Knowing the strength of the evidence whether it was legit or not had me concerned. Laying in my bunk I often thought about how I might never see my daughter again, and how the reasons behind that were so unclear. Somewhere there was some kind of involuntary connection I couldn't put together. Just taking that money seemed to be it, yet somehow it seemed much larger than that. What was riding on it was much, much larger, my life with my daughter.

My trial went on for four days before the jury came back with a guilty verdict for murder in the first degree. I honestly thought Mr. Williams did a great job of painting the picture that proved my innocents but, the jury failed to see the truth in the whole thing. Instead the believed the more flamboyant lawyer for the state. I sat there thinking they'd see through his act, somehow that never happened. Instead they seemed to buy into it big time.

"Johnny couldn't be happy with a portion of the money, he was greedy. That greed ladies and gentleman lead to murder...Cold blooded murder."

Peterson put on a show Perry Mason could have appreciated. The jury deliberated for about two hours before the guilty verdict was handed down. The fabricated facts presented by Peterson made me look like a killer, he was so convincing he could have convicted the pope. My own mother might have even thought I was guilty. The problem was the whole prosecutor's argument was built of lies. The gun shown in court wasn't mine. I wondered who switched the handgun, because it was eerily similar to the one I owned. When asked in questioning if I'd ever seen that gun before I responded, NO. However pictures of the pistol were taken inside my apartment that showed the weapon in there. It didn't take long for me to realize the specious evidence was going to imprison me for the rest of my life. Depriving me of moments I didn't deserve to lose.

Two weeks later I was sentenced to two life sentences to run concurrent with each other. I know Mr. Williams knew an innocent man was going to prison but, that meant very little to me knowing what was to come. I filed for an appeal, still I knew deep down inside it wasn't going to do any good. They had me right where the state wanted me. My testimony was deemed a fallacy. They took various portions of my life distorting them to the jury, in an attempt to incarcerate me for the rest of my life. I was advised to not take the stand in my own defense. He informed me they'd ask questions that otherwise wouldn't be asked. The kind of questions we had simulated in conversation and never found the appropriate answer for. After being convicted something changed inside of me. The innocents will set you free garbage was history in my mind.

The morning I was taken out to a bus headed for Stone Mountain Penitentiary my life was going to change as much as my feelings had. The maximum security prison had a reputation as being one of the worst in the entire country. There were executions held there still using the electric chair. If I was suppose to be thankful I wasn't sentenced to death I wasn't. Spending the rest of my life behind the walls of Stone Mountain might as well have been a death sentence. Something had died inside me knowing I'd been convicted to a life sentence for two crimes I took no part in. The fact was I still didn't really understand how I was implicated to begin with.

The cement walls and iron bars had held many convicts before me but, I wondered how many of those men were innocent like I was. The warm days of summer had given way to the cold rains. My hour a day out in the prison yard was not pleasurable anymore. The winter moving in meant Christmas was on the way and, it would be the first Christmas of many taken away from me with my daughter. Sometimes when the warm sun hit my face, I'd wonder if the same sun was on my little girls face. When they bring my food that wasn't fit to eat, I'd think of the last meal Cassie and I had.

Alexander approached me during the hour of outside time for over a week. I knew who he was from back home but, I didn't really know him. However he knew things that I didn't even know. Chris had been using peoples bank accounts to launder money. He had given me ten thousand dollars of blood, drug, or basically dirty money. I wasn't locked away for receiving the money, I was in jail for murder. Chris had been stealing from the various gang members accounts for awhile, he just hadn't exposed the money for almost a year.

"Brooklyn Chris had this chick that worked at the bank. When he figured out he could manipulate bank accounts he started moving money around he knew was dirty money."

Chris turned out to be a modern day Robin Hood, yet how did I become so entangled in the scam? Alexander would gradually explain the twisted details over the course of the next week.

"Brooklyn Chris was messing around with your girl, I hate being the one to tell you this shit. He thought the baby might be his. Before your girl died he got her account number so he could take care of her. When she died, he saw how much the little girl meant to you, and he wanted you to have some of the money to help you get by."

Anger penetrated my inner soul, having been deceived by those I thought I could trust. I believed everything Alexander had told me. The detailed facts proved he knew what happened. I never thought for even a second that Cassie wasn't my daughter, the bond we had was that of a father and daughter. Still the pain of the lies was more than I could stand.

"They found out Chris had swindled their money. There was a hit put out on him. Chris switched cars to try hiding from them but, It must have not worked out well."

"How did you know Chris?"

"I had known him for a while before he began buying cocaine from me. After that I began seeing him a whole lot more."

The more enlightened I became as to what really did happen, the more I thought of plenty of justifiable reasons I could have ended up there. I probably would have killed Chris for real had I known what I had learned. There is that chance I might have been guilty of murder had I known but, the facts were I didn't know. The police didn't thin I knew either. The basis of me being imprisoned was purely falsified and, not even close to the truth. I was more of a victim than I'd first had thought I was.

For two weeks in a row, there was no sign of Alexander. I asked a guard where he was, then found out he'd been killed by another inmate. The guards found him dead and violently sodomized. Several of the others held him down taking turns raping the prison snitch. He'd been valuable to me with everything he knew. Yet to others he'd been a problem, getting time added to their sentence. His benefits went beyond what others were getting, his books always had money on them and he always had cigarettes to smoke on. I sent a letter out to my lawyer, when the reply came it wasn't from Mr. Williams. He had died of a massive heart attack sitting at his desk in the office.

Everyday seemed like the one before it. Time was exactly what I was doing. On the outside my little girl was starting her first year of school. I could imagine her with the fat crayons coloring a picture, trying hard to keep it between the lines. Some of those same lines can become harder to stay within later in life. Worst of all I'd never be there to assist her through the rougher times. I knew my cousin was taking good care of her but, the fact that I missed her badly wasn't eased at all by knowing that. I knew if she raised my daughter with the same morals she lived by Cassie would be fine.

In the winter the cell was cold and, in the summer the heat could kill a man. The food was horrible, rotten, garbage no human criminal or not should have to eat. I would hold the pictures of my daughter close to heart, knowing she'd changed so much from picture to picture. It really made me miss her for knowing how much I was not there for her.. The time got worse for me when a guard pushed me in the back. I turned around shoving him to the floor. The guards came from every direction hitting me with nightsticks and shields. I was on the floor while the stomped me to set an example to the others. There was just this rage that had built up inside of me, so when he shoved me in the back I sort of lost it a bit. The beat down the ensued was not worth it, but that's not saying it'd never happen again either.

I went for two weeks into the hole. The hole is very dark with a dirt floor. If they bring you something to eat it usually gets the floor dirt all over it. They don't always feed you in the hole, and when they do bread and water was usually the meal. The warden let it be known we weren't in Disney Land, which I don't think one man inside the joint ever thought it was. Sometimes when it rained real hard the dirt floor would become mud. That seemed to be the only time you managed any relief from the rats and mice. I wondered if the rats knew I couldn't see them in the dark, as they were not afraid to run up and bit the hell out of you. The hole stinks of raw sewage as the luxury of a toilet are gone. You can't write your local congressman about it either. I have seen them beat an inmate to death and, I am sure the report was written up much different than the truth.

"Are you still alive in there today, or did we get lucky?"

When spoken to in the hole you become worse than trash. I've even seen them stop an piss at the bottom of the door where it soon seeps inside the hole. It's bad enough smelling your own piss but, to smell the piss of another is worse. You never really knew how long any one specific stay might be. There's a train that runs every night, and in some strange was it soothing to hear.

It was a cold rain falling when the floor began to flood. As I sat in the corner it felt as if water was running below me. I instantly turned around kicking at the loose brick. I could feel in moving behind ever blow of my bare foot. I stopped kicking to ask my self some important questions. What was on the other side of the brick wall? Would there be a guard waiting to shoot me. I continued to kick the brick out of the wall. I stuck my head out as far as it would go to see what was out there. The other bricks weren't easy to remove as the first on had been, soon I had three of them out. I knew when I got the forth one out I could fit through the hole. I continued to work at it as quickly as I could knowing a guard could show up at any moment.

Once outside I noticed to be on the very back of the prison. There was a portion of broken fence and, that's where I made my escape. I had no shoes and a bright orange prison jumpsuit. I ran off into the woods as fast as I could, the pain of my shoeless feet didn't stop me at all. I knew any jump I could get on them was better for me. It was tough running through the dark woods with rain pouring down very heavy. I couldn't remember the last time I had ate something, my strength to run became of my falling to the ground. I then rolled off a slope tumbling down between two trees. I had nothing more in me to keep going, I even thought if they find me I made a good run at it. I just laid between those two trees sucking rain water off the saturated leaves. By the time the morning light began to come through the trees I noticed how far I had fallen and, knew why I might never had been found.

Escaped convict is what I was but, the simple truths were I was not guilty of anything. I had done nothing to have to fend for my life, to remain free was all I could think about. I really wanted to see my little girl but, I feared the authorities had already gone there. In the mountain side I ate insects or anything I could find. It was a step up from being in the hole. This was a procedure that would be one step at a time. I walked the entire next day drinking from pools of water between rocks, eating wild berries, and moving as quickly as I could, to get as far away from Stone Mountain as I possibly could. I never felt as if time were on my side. There was always the constant feeling they were closing in on me, or worse had me trapped in waiting for me.

"I want that son of a bitch found before sundown."

The warden had a brigade of men searching for me. The bloodhounds lead then through the brush but, least a nine hour head start. I had come to this large rock wall and, I knew if I was able to get to the top of it the bloodhounds wouldn't be able to. Feeling weak I was reluctant to try it, soon I had basically faced the pure fact it was try that of probably get caught. Besides my strength being low I had other ailing body parts. My bare feet had been cut badly in multiple places. There weren't as many spots to grip as I thought there had been from the ground. Being that I was fifty feet up and, half way to the top I kept climbing. There was one point I almost slipped to what would have been a certain death. Ignoring the close call I proceeded to move upward to the top. Getting to the top seemed like a small victory but, I was too tired to celebrate. I crawled to some brush were I laid out of the sun to rest.

"Yes sir, we have searched all the way to the gorge."

"Yes sir, I do understand you don't want to have to call this one in."

I walked the wooded are trying to figure out where I was at in relation to where I had been. Before I could realize what had happened there were men all around me with rifles aimed at my head. The first thing I realized was they didn't look like police officers, but then again the citizens could have volunteered themselves. I would come to find out I'd ran across a marijuana growing operation. I had no idea the bushes had been marijuana, I had never seen a plant before. The only marijuana I'd ever seen was in the cigarette form. My situation was revealed to them and they pointed me in the direction they thought it would be best for me to go. It was a huge turn of luck for me, as they'd gave me some clothes and shoes. They donated some food I could eat along the way. I drank as much water as I could before leaving. I took the prison uniform one way then walked back the other. I wanted to deceive any sent I might had been leaving. Then for what seemed like miles I continued to walk through the wooded terrain. finally I came upon a road curving through the mountain side.

I had walked the road when I saw a sign up ahead that said "Mountain Top Grocery", though I hadn't seen a car in the thirty minutes I wondered if the place was open. I moved quicker to get a look. If by chance it wasn't in operating order anymore perhaps there was something I could use. When I got closer I noticed it was a truck stop. The idea hit me almost as soon as I saw the eighteen wheelers, I needed to get a ride as far as one would let me go. I walked over to find possible prospects for the ride when I found the perfect guy. He was leaving Hill Top headed for Glendale, Arizona. We took off with the CD player blaring 80's rock about as loud as my ears could stand. Finally when I offered conversation he turned it down to talk to me. I was feeling him out seeing what kind of guy I was riding with. He seemed to be intelligent but somewhat gullible too. He seemed like the kind of guy that would surely turn me in if he knew I was an escaped prisoner. I told him I was going to Arizona to see my sister. Truthfully it was just across the country I wanted to be.

The warden didn't want to have to call for help in the situation but, the elapsed time had him concerned as to where I might be. As the wheels turned on the big truck so where the wheels in my head. I somewhat knew the search for me had extended beyond the prison guards. My picture was being shown on televisions across America. I happened to be riding with someone who wouldn't be seeing a television and, my location was changing rapidly. It was being relayed across the radio but, he was listening to CD's. While the circumstances had kept him away from this knowledge it had kept me away as well. I was not aware or properly informed myself. The impending dangers were lay ahead while I didn't know they were coming.

I can't tell you how but, I managed to fall asleep in the passenger side seat. The volume on the radio was maxed out, I had thought his hearing might be bad. If it wasn't, it was well on it's way to being that way. I jolted awake as I felt the rig come to a complete stop. When my eyes opened I could see the lights flashing behind the long trailer, the reflection of the lights symbolized time. It happened really fast but with the changing tones of light I could see the life I was attempting to mend, ending on that long stretch of interstate.

"Do you know how fast you were going back there?"

"Sorry officer but, I don't know. I must have gotten carried away, with the traffic being cleared out of the way."

"What do you have in the back?"

"Car tires."

"Let me see your logbook.

The officer began giving him hell about the sloppiness of his handwriting. He then asked him out of the truck. I thought about running off into the wood along the side of the interstate but, realized everything might check out fine. I could hear the doors opening on the back of the trailer. If I had known for sure they were up inside the trailer I'd have no doubt bolted.

"Look you get back on the road, but slow it down, way down!"

I had just about decided I was going to get out at the next truck stop. When he pulled into the Flying J I told him I'd gone as far as I was going. I wanted to see my little girl even if it meant life in the joint. I called my cousin telling her where I was. I told her I needed to see Cassie. She drove all through the night to Lubbock, Texas. The next day at a local shopping mall I laid eyes on the beautiful little girl who made my life complete.

"I have waited so long for this moment."

"Cassie, this is your father."

She was shy clinging to my cousins arm. She hadn't been around men but, I didn't realize that. I figured my cousin had boyfriends around but, that wasn't the case at all. She wasn't the most attractive girl in the world, still I'd have thought someone would see her loving nature. I wanted to take them to get a bit to eat but, my pockets were empty. I hadn't shaved and could see why she might be afraid of me. I could make up all the excuses in the world about my appearance but the truth was she didn't remember me anymore. I picked her up in my arms giving her a big hug anyway. I could tell all the one sided affection was from me. When I sat her back down she never even looked up at me.

"Daddy has really missed you so much."

She began to warm up to me as the visit moved to the local park. She wondered what her mom and dad looked like when she saw the other children with parents. I found her to be quite intelligent to be five years old. Her voice was so clear and easy to understand. I had known all along I was missing out on something incredible but, she was even more amazing than I ever imagined. As I watched her play on the monkey bars I discussed my future plans with my cousin. I explained that I was going to California to start a new life, then I'd send for them to come join me. When I said those words I had no idea what might happen. I did know my intentions were there, but the dangers looming in front of me were clearly unknown.

The FBI had tracked me to Lubbock and, had seen me at the park. Why they didn't take me right there, I will never know. I'm certainly glad they didn't because it would have taken place in front of my daughter. I had forty eight dollars, so I went to the bus station to buy a ticket out of town. Before I could have reacted to the first agent I saw, there were fifteen more I didn't see. There would be no California just a 10X10 cell block. I knew what this meant in terms of seeing my baby girl again. More than anything I realized I was going back to prison for two murders I had nothing to do with. I also realized there was no chance to prove I didn't commit those crimes. Without a confession of murder I'd never be eligible for parole.

"I told you to get your education and, not to run around with those hoodlums."

Sometimes late at night I can hear my father's voice inside my head reminding me what kind of failure I turned out to be. I don't guess I really disagree with it, but god knows I tried. These days on the block I'm not a risk to escape, the time I have done inside here, has taken the young man and turned him into a broken down inmate who has a story to tell. My daughter graduated high school and, starts at the University of Mississippi in the fall. Sometimes I wonder if she remembers me on that day in the park, I ask myself sometimes will she ever come to see me. Like the night we had one last pizza she never remembered, I feel she doesn't remember me at all.

"God...I never turn to you when things are going good, so I'm reluctant to ask anything of you now. My life was taken away, but I guess you know that. I believe I'm worthy of walking with you through the gates of Heaven. I have been around criminals my whole life, never once though, have I deviated from the religious standards set for me as a child. I just want you to watch after Cassie, because she is an angel. Amen."

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