I have always wanted to tell this story of my life leading up to my arrest. It's got some dirt in it, and I'll try to keep it clean. I'll also refrain from using the actual people's names in respect.

I was a skinny kid growing up in a city in Texas. All this began around—let's say—1983. I was going through a divorce, and my mother was sick with cancer. And my dad was coming out of the closet. So you can understand why a person like myself was addicted to drugs. To escape reality maybe.

It was a few years prior that I had found a truly good job. It began really me asking for money. I got the story instead, from no other than my dad. So I decided I could put to use other things, and one was myself. Yes, I was going to do the deeed. Why not? Being raised in an Italian family, I was born blessed with a nice size tool.

I began figuring out what I can do to raise money. I wanted to buy some things, but money doesn't grow on trees. So either I had to become a criminal or do something else. I began mowing lawns, but doing so I met individuals who wanted other special services. This is where I got to use my talented tool.

I was the baby of 5 kids, 2 of them being older brothers. And having them around, I was a very curious boy. You have to remember: it was the '60s and '70s. Sex, drugs, rock and roll, even war began this time (Vietnam), and so forth. So one day, the opportunity arose and I stepped up to the plate. This, of course, set off a chain reaction.

I put out some flyers and began getting more and more phone calls. I had my own lawn service. I had a truck, a mower, and other tools to do the trade. So some had other things in mind. I was approached and asked if I could take care of a different patch of lawn. I said, "What do you have in mind?" Well, one day, I was finishing up and went to collect my payment. The lady greeted me at the door in only a towel. She asked if I could come in and she had something to ask and show me. Do I need to draw a picture? Afterwards, I had other participants I needed to attend to. I done this for about 4 years. The money was good, but then I got greedy.

I got into somewhat of a fix. While I was taking care of a client, someone walked in. This is where my life not only took a bad turn; it got dark and scary. In January of—let's say—'89, my life in the world ended. I ended up on one of the most notorious prisons in Texas. Death row. There is more to this story, and I am just getting started.

I have sent in other parts of this, but what makes me sit here in my cell thinking, "Who reads this?" If you were to write me, I could tell you more personally. Wouldn't that be what you want? I know a blog isn't like a pen pal site, which I have a few out there (Prison Pen Pals, Friends Beyond the Walls, even Prison Inmates Online is one). I would truly enjoy input of this. What do you think of what I just wrote?

I am just a speck of dust on the ground with the other specks. I done what I did in the free world because I wanted to have a good life. And I wasn't going to wait around for years or decades in getting it. I spent 2 1/2 decades on the row. I was given a second chance.

How many do you know who get second chances? Write me. Tell me: have you gotten a second chance?

Guy S. Alexander #1996573
Wynne Unit
810 FM 2821 W.
Huntsville, Texas 77349

I'm on this website if you wish to email instead.

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I'll discuss everything and all things I remain.

Guy