“I’m at the rebuilding stage where I literally have to pay for a lot of my mistakes,” Brian Wood writes this week. “It feels pretty good to be able to take care of some of this stuff. No doubt, I’m still in the hole, but I can see a light at the end of the tunnel....
Paul is serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole, and still he’s about the happiest guy I’ve ever met.
”You’d expect prisoners to romanticize about food and women, and they do, but neither come close to the most vocally fantasized aspect of freedom: drugs,” Brian Wood writes in this weeks column.
“As I treaded water, I could feel the sun on my face and my shoulders and I realized I was smiling. This was the feeling I had dreamed about many times while I was locked up. I felt free, so free,” Brian Wood writes this week.