It is night, I sit alone in a small closet on the second level of my cell block.

I am asked at times… “What’s it like?” “My God, how do you do it?”… and all I can say is… “Here I remain, here, you can find me through my pen.”

Today I sit in the waiting room of the medical department. I just sat down, when I was told that a friend of mine, Bob, had just died. I have known Bob for many years. He was a guy that always had a joke. I bet he is telling one now at the Pearly Gates, [...]

I really don’t know what is wanted from me concerning this blog. I am told it is some sort of diary. I am to write things daily of my world of the “caged”. Man has been caging man for oh so long. It’s nothing new. One can endure and try not to let themselves [...]

Today is the first day that I pen for the FreeGeorge.us blog. It is a hard day. Today is the day my only son was killed on a motorcycle in 2001. A day that I am tried, a day were I need to find places alone… to think of him, love him, and pray.