What’s it like to go to jail?

I had made a terrible mistake and I had to spend a few years behind bars. In the beginning, I clung to my old life. I would call home every chance I got. I’d look forward to visits and letters. I’d tell my girlfriend about the people I was meeting and my mom about the food they served. I’d write letters to my friends to ask them for updates. I refused to engage with the prison politics and new social cliques that were forming around me. I’d tell myself I don’t belong here.

But hours would turn into days. And days would turn into years. My girlfriend stopped answering the phone. My friends stopped writing letters. All I really had was this new environment. And my thoughts. And my floppy don’t-kill-yourself ink pen.

If you really want to know what it’s like to go to jail, then read my story. Follow my journey to witness my perspective. Watch as I figure out how to belong. Start with Chapter 1.

Who am I?

Before I went to jail I was a son, a boyfriend, a dog dad, an employee, and a tax payer. I had friends and hobbies. I had a schedule and a routine. But this doesn’t really answer the question does it? The truth is, I didn’t know who I was.

Who am I now? Well I’ve managed to stay out of jail for the last ten years and now I’m a writer. I tell the stories of an environment that is all too familiar to some, and completely mysterious to others.

You can call me Perceptive Prisoner.

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