The man being interviewed on TV was a killer, but I knew him because of baseball. In '07 I'd just become the new centerfielder for the Berkeley Barons, an amateur team of ex-college level players. The San Quentin game against the prisoners was optional, so of course I went.
These men were not prisoners. They were writers, friends, teachers, creators, lovers, brothers, sons and fathers. In each of these stories lay the foundation of humanity. In word, inflection and intention was the truth: everyone has a story.