CHAPTER ONE
2006 – Things Fall Apart
I was never supposed to be there.
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- my time was almost up. I was hitting the five year mark and it made no sense to keep running through it all, like a movie on endless loop. What happened, happened and all I could do was move forward.
And I did try to use my time as best I could. Luckily, I was in Federal prison, and they stepped me down to Minimum Security after I completed the first year of my sentence, which meant I could enroll in a secondary education program.
I was going to walk out of that piece with an MBA from the best accredited university they offered- paid for out of my own pocket, every dollar.
My release date was right around the corner- January 2007.
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
