1,000

Topped 1,000 fans on FaceBook!

Takes mind off dying.

The Joliet Prison gates...

...have closed.

I'm inside.

Deep inside the loneliness and the fear and the rage of the fight.

I don't know how many times I have to go through this.

Left foot forward.
Go to work.
Get paid.
Pay bills.
Make sure she is okay.
Make sure he is okay.
Make sure you have a new lie to tell him when he asks you if you are going to die soon.
No no no sweet boy, Dad will be okay.

"Dad is a tough motherfucker, right?"

I could be surrounded by thousands but I will never get over this feeling of being alone.

Numbnumbnumb and fucking alone.

Welcome

This is Glenn.

I'm here. Blogging.

Just wanted to give people a place to catch up, to find out what's happening with the book, to see if I'm dead yet.

We'll see how it goes.

Thanks for the continued support and emails.

It means more to me than you know.

I'm down at the moment.

But I'm trying.

I'm trying.

I'm trying to stand up.