I used to think that if I was caught, that my story would end. Before my arrest I was unable to imagine a scenario where I could take off my mask and be truly known.

Let’s imagine you are my very best friend. What if you had a key to a time machine that could take me back to the night of my arrest, to the very moment before I knocked on that hotel room door? I don’t want that key. I don’t want the key because the pain has been redemptive.