Conner
Three months of freedom is what I’ve enjoyed so far. Even though being locked up and with the money my family made, life wasn’t too hard on the inside. Stupid alcohol and dumb ass decisions made in an instant are what got me where I am at now.
The dingy apartment I found a couple of days after leaving the Colorado Territorial Corrections Facility was not my style. My father promised to find me a better place. It was time I got my life back on track. I have learned a couple of new skills these last couple of years. One of them is wood working. My dad and I were going to find a warehouse where I could set up shop and start building my own furniture. The mistakes I made three years ago haunt me and I need to atone for my sins.
Losing Bryson as a friend killed me. I should neve
