Jason Menchaca- 1-1-13
3899 St Hwy 985
New Boston, Texas, 73570
It’s late in the evening as I start this new year’s thoughts of, where have I been and where am I going? I ask this of myself as I lay on my bunk in a Texas prison. Two main thoughts are a constant. One being, improving my relationship with my daughter. As of late I’ve tried to do my part in writing letters, sharing my inner thoughts of prison life and just to let her know that I love her. But, I haven’t heard from her in years. Maybe, this year will be different?
My second constant thought is of finding a legal means to my release from this Texas prison. I’m at a loss as to where I’ll be if I can’t get the family support that I need. I know most likely I’ll be stuck with this sixty year sentence but, I’ll try to find a way to do it myself. As it is, I’m stuck now, right?
For the past fourteen years my incarceration has only made me bitter and critical. I’m trying to change that and be more aware of my potential to do something that will move me closer to my freedom. It’s hard because I feel so alone. The constant pressure by these so called over seers who believe in only stripping me of my dignity. Adds on to the oppression by the systematic policies by the Texas prison administration when they tell me that I’m no good for nothing. That I’m only a number to be stored away till I die. The weight of that drags me down my core. I try to find myself. Looking for what spark that will drive me forward to what I need to do. Maybe this year I’ll find more of myself.