Given a fair chance. Im a dead man, breathing right now. But there is hope. I would have never thought i was going to prison. Let alone to death row. Itll be 21 years here in the next 30 days or so. Ive been here longer than i was ever even alive free. I wrote a poem about that, actually. What i miss. Snatching that catch. Hitting that three as the crowd goes wild. What i miss the most, making another smile. It hurts when you cant grant that to your mom in a while. To be the foundation of her struggles, daily adding to the pile. What i miss. My mother, she holds on to a lot of things. Anything thats in the house from the time that julius got placed in the prison. Its like she feel like if she get rid of something, thats gonna get rid of him. I mean, my mother has truly been traumatized. Most people dont have to live with the thought of, wow, my son could be murdered for something they didnt do. It hurts. And as long as i dont have to talk about it or think about it im okay. The joneses