My Crime

Life As A Latin Kings Hit Man

I’m a stick-up kid who robs any thing that moves. If they had money or drugs, or better yet, both, I did not hesitate to take it. I ended up with $160-grand and 33 kilos of cocaine. I knew the crew in the van would try to kill me, so I put everything in this big handbag and then took a big silk bag he had and put what I could in it.
2020-11-04T09:13:04-05:00My Crime|

My Crime: Christine White

How do I begin to tell you about my crime and the insane, muddled mess I made out my life in just a few days? It feels like an enormous, devastating monster made from spontaneity, loneliness and regret came crashing out [...]

2020-07-06T10:19:11-04:00My Crime|

My Crime: Brad Simpson

The reason this moment is different than normal: I have a warrant (that’s normal), I’m driving without any ID on me (that’s normal), and I have 10,000 ecstasy pills in the trunk of my car (that’s new!).
2020-03-30T10:06:25-04:00My Crime, Reform & Reentry|

My Crime: Change in Places

Sixteen years later, that day still played in my head as clear as a Blu-ray movie. I still saw Frank's raised eyebrows when, in broad daylight, he announced, "We're taking that." A nine-millimeter semi-automatic stuck out of his jeans pocket. I [...]

2020-07-10T10:47:27-04:00My Crime|

He Says He’s Innocent. Do You Believe Him?

Let's be clear RIGHT from the start, I am an innocent man. Like 110% innocent. I know, everyone in prison says they are innocent, they say it so often and persistently that it holds no meaning, and if you really are innocent, no one believes you.