Imagine if you were given a life where you had to wake up every day and do the exact same thing you did the day before. You would be experiencing one of the many unpleasant things about prison. Prison is a place of repetition. It saves money and prevents problems if inmates don't have to guess what happens next.
My name is Jason. I'm an average person with a not so average story. In 2006 I was convicted and sent to a maximum security prison in South Western PA. SCI Fayette. Among PAs newer prisons Fayette is a charming chunk of real estate situated in the mountains of Brownsville PA. Positioned on the site of a coal ash deposit the prison boasts an impressive inmate death rate from cancers and water related illnesses. The inmate on inmate and inmate on guard violence rate is also very high.
I don't like to get into the details of my case. Details get muddy when you start to focus on the way of someones criminal past. The human mind wants to be a judge jury and executioner.
I guess I need to tell my story. You know? To get it out. Flush it form the pipes, so to speak. I have an ache inside of me over everything. Like, I survived a horror story and I just need to tell others everything. Just lay it all out. If that sounds crazy then I don't care. I just need to get it all out. I will fell better. At night I wont flash back in my dreams. I wont continue getting those pesky little jabs to the ribs. Those icy little gut checks. I have never told anyone all of it. Not in this way. I let bits and clips of it all out at some point or another. But never all at once. This book will be understandably hard to write. But we will do this together. In prison a buddy, one that will never betray you, is vital to your survival. I think you as a reader can be that buddy for this journey back.
Lets begin shall we? Ill grab your hand and you grab mine. Imagine it now extending out. The way the fingers are long and slender. The wrist has a little bit of hair. The veins are slightly visible on the back of the white surface. Its a smooth warm hand. I grasp yours in full and pull you down. We spiral into the dark together. Don't get scared and show your fear. That's what the others feed on.
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Progress For Progress Sake
Non-FictionImagine the joy of being released from prison. Your newfound freedoms overwhelming you. You reconnect with family, friends, and old loves. For nearly 3 years Jason Stover, a central Pennsylvanian rebuild his life after 8 years of hard time in one o...
