by waac | Aug 30, 2024 | More Than My Mugshot
The person who prosecuted me for smoking pot was the same person I used to get high with.
by waac | Aug 30, 2024 | More Than My Mugshot
It was an out of body experience, I was in an entirely detached place of reality. After a night of adding alcohol and pot to my Paxil-filled bloodstream, I started a fire in a building that was closed for renovations. Most folks at my age have accomplished certain...
by waac | Aug 30, 2024 | More Than My Mugshot
One day I asked myself: Who am I now? Who can I be? In prison, I filled myself with white, black, and Native teachings. I felt so bad, I knew I needed to be good and do good. So here’s who I am: I’m a loyal son, husband, brother, father, and close friend. And I give...
by waac | Aug 30, 2024 | More Than My Mugshot
I was born into poverty. I lived on a reservation with my adopted siblings, a pocket full of food stamps, a dad under constant stress, and a mom addicted to opiates. One uncle died of cirrhosis, another killed himself after killing someone else. I traded an Xbox for...
by waac | Aug 30, 2024 | More Than My Mugshot
I don’t really know how to start. I feel like this might get a little emotional. Just sayin’. I was the three in four; I’m now the one in four. It seems like society is telling me that I’m now a bad person, that I’m a statistic, and that I should question the value in...
