Blog Post #2
I took to selling drugs. With the charm, I acquired from my parents, and the fearlessness I felt from my experience in sports and martial arts, I was a natural at it. Out of high school, I didn't attend a big name college, I enrolled in a community college in the suburb of Chicago. I stopped going to classes after two years to deal full time to better help my dad with all the financial problems. To my surprise, he never questioned me about where I was getting all my money from. However, one day in 1996, the Feds came "knocking", and along with my front door, they shattered every dream I had, and every dream my dad had, too. In court, I pleaded guilty, with no idea that it would get me a sentence of 10 years to life. 10 months had passed and I was just barely starting to settle down to do my next 10 years in a Michigan federal prison when all of a sudden I got yanked right back to Illinois again. My prosecutor made me an offer, an offer that would change my life more than any prison sentence ever could. I was to be transferred undercover to this maximum-security penitentiary and psychiatric hospital in Springfield, Missouri. My objective was to somehow manage to get close enough to a man named Larry DeWayne Hall