I was sentenced to life for a murder I didn't commit. But God didn't forget me.
It happened in a blur. One minute we were enjoying a night out, shooting pool. The next thing I knew, we were running from the law — wanted for murder. I'd always looked up to my out-of-town cousin, Bobby. I was thrilled when he invited me to come along that night. The Marine Room was well known in my circle of friends as a place that didn't card minors. At 17, a high school sophomore, I was confident they'd serve me. continue reading >>