I was...

Sitting in Spokane county jail listening to a meth addict sing the same line, "Bye-bye Miss American Pie!" over and over into the toilet that broadcast like a PA to every cell on the block. Feeling amused, scared as shit and completely disembodied. Wondering how the process of being released works, how one actually communicates with the outside world when you live in a 8 x 8 cement box and piss into a stainless steel hole. Thinking, "I'm hiring the best lawyer I can afford. Do they take credit cards?"

Ten years ago was my revival tent conversion to leave my late-blooming youthful indiscretions behind me and give my life a chance to flourish. I've never been so grateful for felonies.