TBP #1
I got here by not walking the line. I probably also listened to too much Johnny Cash for my own good, but it's not Johnny's fault. My name is Shane, I'm 33, and I've been in Texas prison since 2012. Long story short, a few young and dumb kids were at a drug deal gone bad, and when one of the guys attacked me, I got scared. I had a gun. I used it. I have since been haunted by what happened. It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye, operating on instinct. I never wanted to hurt anyone, but risky situations sometimes manifest in the worst-case scenario, and now I will regret that day for the rest of my life. Sometimes, I think deeply about what happened -- lost in my mind, alone in my cell when I do, I feel really bad. I believe that I have a story to tell. I hope that my life's not over. I started TPB to tell my story, which might end up nothing more than speaking into the void. Because who's going to read this, right? Honestly, right now, ...