i was fed up with the individual prisons had made me. i was 27 years old, but my education was about a fourth grade level. it was a struggle, but i began reading and studying in my cell. i took a look at everything. i began paying attention to individuals. i read whatever books i could find that dealt with mind development. i became obsessed with music. i felt confident and positive when i entertained. everything seemed to fall into place for me. through this and my other studies, i came out of my state of depression. i was getting close to the end of my sentence. warped as it may sound, i had become very happy and content there. thoughts of leaving brought back the feelings of inferiority i