There was a time before 9/11 where anyone could smuggle drugs across borders and get away with it. In the 90s, smuggling drugs was easy. Planes, trans or automobiles worked. Well, it did for some people - not for me.

I tried to smuggle drugs across the Mexican/USA border and got caught, but that didn't change my life. What I experienced inside the walls of a Mexican prison was a sense of humanity and self-realization. I found the person who I had been running from my whole life and came back to reality with a plan on how to use my superpowers for good, instead of evil.

But that journey to get to this point hurt... a lot. It was filled with violence, profound reflection, a lot of truth and learning how to love myself and those around me.

People always ask me what it was like in a Mexican prison. I tell them that loneliness was the hardest part. Seeing how people abandoned me and cast me away as a failure. Hearing all the negative things said about me and realizing that I was alone. There were only a couple people who stood by me, showing their love for me by sacrificing parts of their own lives so I could survive.

But life in a Mexican prison is nothing compared to the inhumanity and chaos I had to endure in my own country's correctional system. This book details the journey I went through to find my truth, and tells you how to survive in a place where no-one cares if you live or die.

This book details every step of my arduous journey towards being straight and living a life that's worth talking about.

There's no such thing as a halfway crook.