I am an individual driven foremost by unquenchable curiosity. Empathy did not come naturally to me but once I embarked upon the brutal journey of self-reflection I needed to acquire it, it’s become a muscle I take great pleasure in flexing.
So I understand it may drive some people crazy that I won’t tell you my name. I’m sorry. And I also understand that for someone with no qualms about putting myself out there in every other way, it seems like a strange choice.
So - why?
The purpose of a name is to reveal the nature of a thing. Every minute of every day since I was arrested the only thing that defines me has been my name, my DOC#, and the grisly details those talismans can summon from the maw of any handy computer.
That is… annoying. It’s the same as having a label someone slaps on you become your entire identity. I killed two people and received four life sentences. That covers only a brief time in my life - a blip, over in a flash, in more ways than one.
But the heart of the Beyond the …