Burn Notice
More than a few years ago, there was a TV series titled Burn Notice . If I remember correctly, the main character was a former CIA operative whose services The Company no longer needed. As a result, he was flown to Florida, dropped off in the middle of nowhere, and was wished the best of luck in fending for himself. That's the way I felt upon exiting incarceration after almost four years of service for the State of Texas. (The term service being very loosely used, almost humorously.) I was herded onto a Greyhound bus and taken to Fort Worth. With $50 in hand and a lot of people wishing me well, I was esentially living out my own version of a burn notice. The great State of Texas got what they wanted out of me, an innocent man who was used as an example for a tough-on-crime, election-year judge in San Antonio. Not wanting to dwell in the past and hindering my future by doing so, I quickly set out to make the best of what may lay ahead. Essentially, I wanted my life back a