I recently came across a letter I wrote to my wife as I was beginning my fiveyear prison sentence. There in my tiny little cell at the county jail, awaiting the terrifying uncertainties of the years ahead, I was learning just what old convicts mean when they say, "Do your time. Don't let your time do you." Here's an excerpt: My mind just won't quiet down. I keep pacing the room, laying down, getting up again. I tried sleeping some…
Johnathan KanaDecember 16, 2010