wrote on Wednesday, December 24, 2014
No, Stork, you weren't the first youngster to arrive at Folsom. I drove up in December of 1968 when I was just 25, after having escaped from Soledad-Central, and later having got caught trying to escape a few times from
Quentin. Started out at Folsom spending four years behind the screen. Back then, Folsom was a good joint with older, solid convicts. But all that shit ain't nothing to be proud of. Eventually wasted 51 years of my life locked up in California. I was known as the Marathon Man, because I ran the first marathon on Folsom's
"Jericho Mile" track, and jogged out there, year in and year out.