These are the few possessions I had in Modelo prison. My sewing kit. The beautiful watch I bought with money I earned from forging antique drawings in the prison workshop. The pen I drew them with, incased in a 100 year-old olivewood chisel handle carved by my Zen cell-mate Mike Pearson. The pipe was made by my friend, Boris, in the punishment cell. He gave it to me as a reminder that if this could be achieved in prison, imagine what we could do with our freedom. The objects rest on my charge sheet with a photo taken a year before my arrest.