night football were paul komyatti s priorities when he was last a free man. that was me just a few months before i got locked up. wow. yeah, i was in my senior year of high school when i got locked up. mr. bill, are you ready for your picture? yeah. all right. when we met him at indiana state prison, he was 43, had served 26 years of a 55-year sentence and was working as the visiting room photographer. all right, look at me. we went digital about three months ago. still kind of learning it. there s a lot of things with the 35 millimeter, you know, i was accustomed to. when i first met paul he came up to me because i had a little digital camera and paul had taken photographs of people on family days and whatnot. he had a million questions about photography and, you know, telling me everything he did. so for me he was like one of the
going to give you a counselor orientation. you cannot go out job seeking until that counselor orientation is done. it s very crucial. i ll go ahead and review the rule book. if i have any questions, i ll be sure to direct them to you. yeah. feel free. watching paul in the work release center was a little sad. he seemed like a fish out of water, and i could tell at that point he started to get nervous. you know, he had lived for 26 years in prison. he knew what to do there, and suddenly, he looked like he was at a loss. am i anxious? yeah. is there knots in my stomach? yeah. i m ready, though. i have done everything i can possibly do over the last 26 years to be ready and now it s time for me to make the next step. the next time we checked in with paul, he d been on work release for just over a month and had been allowed to leave the facility for limited periods
paul let his sister and brother-in-law into the house where they discovered some of the ether had evaporated while they were waiting for the signal. they decided to go ahead with the plan anyway. so paul and his brother-in-law headed into his dad s bedroom while his sister stayed behind in the living room. he says his mother was asleep in another room. my brother-in-law went ahead and had put the ether, you know, tried to smother him with it over his face, and that didn t work. the pillow didn t work, trying to smother him with it. i was at the end of the bed holding his legs down. so then my brother-in-law pulled out a knife, and he got to stabbing him. where? all over his chest, and so there was like i guess at least 34 stab wounds. it didn t take long for his father to die. the next step was to dispose of
most harmless people at the prison. have a good one. thanks, paul. all right. with his very simple, sweet demeanor, i was shocked to find out that he and his family had murdered his father. growing up we didn t have what you d say a normal life. i don t know what normal would be though, so i mean i would characterize it as dysfunctional. my dad was an alcoholic. he would rant and rave from the time he got up. on a number of occasions, at least a dozen occasions, my mom would call the hammond police department. he was violent? oh, yeah. mom would have maybe a black eye, bloody nose, bloody lip. he told us his mother wasn t the only target of his father s violence. he was, too. but it wasn t his idea to kill him. i was doing some algebra homework, sitting in my room. my sister walked in, made a comment about dad was really screwing her life up, and we had to do something and all this. and i didn t really think she was serious or anything like this, you know. his siste