Chasing Freedom: The Diary of an Innocent Criminal

Prologue

The flights were booked, the bags were packed and the money on the card. All I had to do was grab a cab to the airport.
That's what I did. I went through security, met up with some friends and waited for the flight to arrive and board the plane. That's what I did.
  The journey was short, I went to the bathroom on the plane. I hated it. I smiled at some people and they smiled back. I got off the plane and was blasted by the heat. I felt free.
   I went to the hotel, showered, went to the beach and ate. I paid for my meal. That's what I did.
     The next day I went sightseeing in the big city. I took photos, tried new things, I even went jet skiing. That's what I did.
       The day after that I boarded a new plane, to a new place and stayed in another hotel. This time I went shopping. That's what I did.
    That night I went to a shady bar in a shady town. I drank. Got into a fist fight. Was thrown out of that bar. And went to another. That's what I did.
What I didn't I do? Pull the trigger.
Nope it wasn't me. I didn't pick up the weapon and go "hey I don't like you" and shoot them.
    That's what I didn't do.
   I don't know why they framed me. I didn't do anything wrong.
   Two weeks later, I stood in front of a judge. With no money. No lawyer. No friends. No family.
    The day after that I was found guilty of murder.
       It wasn't me.