given a fair chance. i m 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. it ll be 21 years here in the next 30 days or so. i ve 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 can t 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 that s in the house from the time that julius got placed in the prison. it s like she feel like if she get rid of something, that s gonna get rid of him. i mean, my mother has truly been traumatized. most people don t have to live with the thought of, wow, my son could be murdered for something they didn t do. it hurts. and as long as i don t have to talk about it or