CHAPTER ONE
2007 – Things Fall Apart
I was never supposed to be here. I was an asshole, yes, and I did illegal shit, no doubt. But I was never violent- ever- and I always prided myself on a rigorous level of self-discipline. I was also a Catholic school boy and a college graduate[1]. Yet, my ass still wound up in prison. For shit that could’ve easily been avoided. But even the best plans, the tightest control, can fail. Things fall apart.
No matter- I’m almost outta here. It’s coming on six years and there’s no sense running it all back in my mind. What happened, happened and all I can do is move forward.
And I did try to use my time here as best I could. Luckily, my time’s been Federal and they stepped me down to Minimum Security halfway through my sentence, which meant I could enroll in the secondary education program. I’m walking out of this piece with an MBA from the best accredited university they offered- paid for out of my own pocket, every dollar.
My parole date was coming up next month- January 2008.
New year new move.
God willing.
[1] Cabrón received a Bachelor’s degree in Ingeniería Industrial from the Pontificia Universidad Católica Madre y Maestra in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
