I have haunting memories of been confined at the Missouri State Penitentiary (MSP) as a young teenaged kid that still haunt my dreams today. I was locked down in a tiny cramped old-fashioned jail cell caged in by bars with no windows when I should have been preparing to go to college or start a career in the military, or working a factory job like General Motors, etc. like other young men my age. Instead, I was faced with the possibility of spending the remainder of my young life inside a Missouri prison, an idea itself that gave me nightmares.
Without any physical evidence and merely witness which by all accounts were inconsistent and unbelievable, I was convicted of 1st-degree murder and sentenced to a mandatory life sentence without the possibility of parole at the tender age of eighteen. Since that day the judge said guilty and sentenced me to die behind bars, my life has not been the same. It has been nearly two decades since my trial and I still find it hard to believe I was wrongfully convicted of a murder that I did not do. Being accused and convicted of anything you didn’t do would be devastating on anyone I would assume, but to be falsely accused and convicted of murder is a very hard pill to swallow.