A narrative is a story. This is my story. It tells how I came to be incarcerated and what life is like in prison. I discuss pretrial detention, plea bargaining, and different correctional institutions. Keep in mind that I am telling this story. It is my perception of life on the inside, though it is an informed one, since I have lived inside maximum-, medium-, and minimum-security facilities. Other inmates may have slightly different perceptions of what it is like to live inside prison. It is certainly true that not all inmates are identical; prisons are also quite different. The context of imprisonment involves interplay between the convict and the prison environment. The generalizations I make about the prison contexts are based on years of time served. I do not speak for all inmates, but I feel that I speak for most.
I was completely lost. Although I had been a model student and an above-average athlete during school, in the years that followed, I did not accomplish my dreams and goals. In my mind, I was a failure, and I had reduced myself to cheating my way to fortune and fame. I lost sight of the distinction between right and wrong somewhere along the way. However, I never planned to commit a crime, and I never expected that I would ever become a criminal. But, in the end, my actions were labeled “Breach of Trust” and “Obtaining Property by False Pretenses.”
Before any warrant had been issued for my arrest, my spouse sensed that I had been up to no good. She knew I was hiding something, and my actions were not normal. She tried to talk with me, but talking was useless. I denied everything. So we inevitably argued. Some couples work through their