Update

For the past month or so… I have been walking the track with one of my “homeboys” every night from 7:45 – 8:30pm. At first, it started out as a casual thing… other guys joining our walk and talking about the day… our lives before coming to T.I… and other light-hearted conversations to pass the […]

I have noticed over the course of this past week that my energy level has been falling in the afternoons once I leave work. I get back to my “house” change into my workout clothes and head out to the yard but my head is begging me to go back home and take a nap.

I received an interesting letter this past week from a guy in the “Pre-Trial” or “Pre-Sentencing” stage of this experience. He reached out after being pointed in my direction from someone and wanted to know information about my day to day life in here and what he can expect after he is sentenced… among other

I look out the small square window of my quarantine cell in E Unit and see a man doing the same thing across the hall from me. Staring back at me with a smile on his face… he appears to be in his late 50s or early 60s. All of the sudden… his head disappears

“You don’t have friends in here, Zach. You have acquaintances and at some point… you may have 1 or 2 homeboys that are a little more than acquaintances but never forget that you are in prison.” This was the advise that I got my second day out of quarantine when I first got to T.I.

I had an interesting conversation with one of the guys in here on Friday night while walking the track. The track is clearly like therapy time for me lately. I find it surprising how much I am enjoying talking with the guys at night… It’s usually right after sunset and a lot of the campus

At some point over the last couple of week, I have crossed an interesting, yet invisible, milestone over here at T.I. Something has evolved because I am now noticing many more guys approaching me to walk together and chat around the track… sitting with me at chow… or approaching me at “my table” outside the

Things are getting crazy over here… I attended a “sweat ceremony” this past week. I almost passed away and I absolutely loved it… well… I loved it when it was over. Some of the guys… most of them Hawaiian and some from other islands asked me if I would like to attend their “sweat” on