I killed a man down in LoDo one night. Beat him to death with my hickory because I spilled my drink when he elbowed me and he wouldn’t apologize for it. He deserved what he got, but the judge disagreed and put me in the hole for a long time. I didn’t like it at the federal pen in Canon City, especially the showers and the food, but there was an upside: I learned how to read and write, earned my high school diploma, and figured out my public defender made some mistakes at my trial. Now I’m free again, and I’ve got a blog where I can say anything I want, even if not a word of it’s true.