Alright so, they got me. When we went to trial, they had all my emails. Every single letter, spelled it all out. I was never too good at covering my tracks. Either way, I was sentences to 24 months for insider trading. Boo freaking hoo. A year and a half wasn’t going to be the end of the world. I honestly didn’t care about myself. What I was worried about was my wife and kid. I hid my money well so they were provided for but it must have sucked to go to school and have kids mock you for your dad being in jail. I was worried about him. But little I could do when I was in here. I hoped he wouldn’t be too mad at me when I got out.
I was sentences to a minimum security prison with time served. So all I had to do was survive 15 more months. Don’t let the “minimum security” fool you. It was still jail. The food was shit, inmates fought in the shower, and every once in a while a couple guys got thrown into solitary for getting caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. I think the only way that it was really “minimum security” was in how easy it was to get drugs in.