Leavenworth Stories

As the Drone circled overhead I felt as if every labored breath would be my last. I heard the shouts of my pursuers and knew my heart's drum roll would give away my position at any second. Continuing to pump my legs like Pistons was using the last of my reserved energy. I had to stop. I leaned against a tree and watched the razor sharp flashlight beams cut through the dense forest trees looking for their prey. I was their prey, Leavenworth Dangerfield. Knowing I couldn't go much further especially dressed in my now sweat soaked joggers, red shirt, and matching white and red Air Max I had to improvise. Worry the drones' heat sensors will detect me, the keen eye of my pursuers will spot me, or the noses of the canines might smell me, I did the unthinkable. My first step was weak but I quickly found a clumsy uneven stride ready to put my plan into action. Stumbling forward I knew I was getting closer as the dirt under my feet softened into mud. The light from the flashlights behind me reflected off the muddy puddle under a distant tree. With renewed Vigor I made my way over, losing each article of clothing as I Grew closer. Careful not to make any noise, I slithered on my belly through the puddle and painted any Exposed Skin with mud. Once evenly coated I crawled under a nearby Bush and hoped I wouldn't be detected by my pursuers...and then I woke up bewildered and exhausted and in need of a 30 minute shower to get myself together before hitting the block and starting the whole cycle again. I'm Leavenworth Dangerfield and this is my story.

"If I could change things, would I choose not meeting him at all? No, the answer is no. Because he gave me so much more than what he took. Because it was us"

Even though incarcerated criminals are considered by some as the lowest forms of society, they are in fact being unfairly used more as a commodity than anything else by the greedy companies contracted through the federal government. Here I use my own personal experiences to unearth the loop hole that privately owned halfway houses across America are exploiting to get rich on the backs of newly released federal inmates. The revolving doors of The Grossman Rehabilitation Center in Leavenworth, Kansas is just another example of the bottomless pit tax payers are forced to throw their money down. Live through my eyes and decide for yourself.

Based on true events of one dog kennel struggles with corruption and social media scandal