There is a man out there who prosecuted me. He's been constantly calling different lawyers, telling them how afraid of me his is. He's afraid I'll come after him now that I'm out, because of all the horrible things he did to me. The furthest thing from my mind I would ever do is waste a day being vindictive.
For more than 20 years my identity was bonded with those people on death row, I cared about them.
I used music and reading to erase my world, so basically I read for up to 16 hours a day for 23 years.
My worst memory is living through the 1989 riot in Huntingdon Prison.
I have nothing negative to say because what happened to me has happened to many others and I need to always remember that it was not personal what happened to me.
My sentence formally was imposed on my mothers 50th Birthday January 24th 1983. The jury recommended it July 1st 1982.
I was 20 when I was sentenced to death. My life had been on a one-way path to self-destruction for years. I don't remember too much about my early life, but I think I had a happy childhood, growing up in Philadelphia in a loving family with five siblings.
There were several appeals, but I ruined it all by escaping after three years inside. I was being transported to court and we stopped to use the rest room. There were two sheriffs and I managed to get away. I out-ran a helicopter, got on the aeroplane and went to Florida.
In death row every rule in society is flipped.
When everyone is spitting in your face and you can be nice back to society - that is the ultimate self empowerment and that's what I was striving for.
My 15 years of freedom have been harder than all of my death row years combined.
