Some say fear is funny. Some say fear inspires. Not me. Fear does me nothing. I think of myself a free man. Fear is my greatest enemy.
They can't incarcerate a free man. Even the people say it. "Free Gerry." Even after twenty years. Now, finally, the court was convinced. My life sentence gets suspended. Sure they find me innocent. Surely there are new facts that change the light on my statement. And after twenty years, does it even matter whether I enjoyed doing what I did?
"Know thy enemy", they say. I learned to know fear like no other. How it captivates, how it paralyzes. How it heightens the senses. How it enables. Fear misleads and fear guides. Fear separates and fear unites. And I do not fear my reentry.
And who does not fear is so easily mistaken for being trustworthy.
I never feared this day, I fear for this day. Only I know the historic day it is going to be. And I will be the culprit. Of course it is in no-ones plan. Today will be the day to end all plans. Today I will serve chaos. That's true nature. That's beauty.
Today is my dying day. My swan song will be remembered long after my death. More than I served in prison. More than a life time.
The first streaks of sunlight of the day energize me, as I meditate on what's to come. I'm in a fortress on wheels. It could get me anywhere I want if I'm quick. First, these cuffs... Then, this car...
The procedure, as I'm told, is that I get a bunch of money for having been in jail so long. First, I will be rehabilitated. So, I would be taken there, and before I'm transferred, since it's a long drive, now I'm still cuffed, they will first escort me to an armored truck.
Of course, violence is in my skill set.