One of the loneliest, most painful places a man can find himself is in a cold, dark prison cell. It is a place very few ever intended to go. Young boys dream of growing up to be policemen, firemen, cowboysanything but convicts or inmates. But, because some of us could not stay within the boundaries, we found ourselves in too deep. What started out as a little fun and adventure finished up being another painful experience. But why? Thats what we keep asking. Why? Why do we continue to bring about self inflicted wounds? Why do we find ourselves making the same old lap over and over again? Will I ever get off of this vicious ride and stay off? Will I ever solidify my walk and stabilize? Will I ever quit hurting those who love me and causing all this collateral damage? These were my thoughts over and over again. Every time I found myself in YDC, the county jail, the state penitentiary, and finally holed up in solitary confinement, I would ask these questions. It seemed as though I could never find freedom from my own worst enemy, me.