We drove past my old high school: there were bars on the windows where there hadn't been before I went to prison, armed uniformed guards out front where be-fore there'd been old-lady hall monitors with whistles, and I imagined that the bars and the guards were there to protect the students from me and not some teenage crazy in a trench coat stuffed with home-made ordnance.
"I am still close with Charlie and am forever grateful for Jarrett for helping me get a better understanding about my crazy self, " he wrote in his iReport.