Michael G. Santos

My name is Michael Santos. I have been confined in federal prison since 1987, when I was 23. I serve time because of convictions related to the distribution of cocaine. There were no weapons and there was no violence involved with my case, and I had never been incarcerated before I was arrested for this offense. Nevertheless, after my convictions, the judge in my case imposed a 45-year sentence. The sentencing laws that were in place at the time of my convictions, commonly referred to as the old-law, provided that I could release to society after I served 26 years. I have been scheduled for release in 2013. Since my confinement began, I've worked hard and I've worked consistently to reconcile with society for the bad decisions of my early 20s. I regret that I engaged in criminal behavior, and I have considered it my duty to work toward earning freedom while serving my sentence with dignity. I worked hard to educate myself. Through books and articles I write about prison, I strive to make meaningful contributions to society. My writings contribute to the national dialogue on the need for prison reform. They also offer prison news that can be of help to those expecting a journey through the criminal justice system, and to family members who want to learn more about these growing subcultures.
 Michael G. Santos

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T'was the Night Before Christmas... 

 (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, may he forgive my doggerel...)

...and all through the shop,
all we minions were working,
   until ready to drop.

The ebooks were flying,
the covers were spare,
The edits were crazy,
   with "one more thing I must share!"

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old Saint Nick,
But Hitch made us work,
   Waving 'round an old stick!

So slave we all did,
And made all your books,
So that Hitch would say now,
   that we're off the hook.

Come today we're off,
to rest up our fingers,
Our hats we will doff,
   No books they do linger.

But we'll all be back,
Don't give it a thought,
for like all wage slaves,
   we're easily bought.

We'll be back on the fifth,
all eager and fresh,
All ready for you,
   after a well-deserved rest.

So Hitch wants to say,
very strongly and loud,
THANKS ALL YOU GUYS,
  you're the best type of crowd.

Indy and Len and Hitch and the gang,
will be back on the 5th,
to do books with a BANG!

In the meantime don't worry,
if you're in a hurry,
'cuz some poor guy got stuck
   sitting here like a duck.

Your emails we'll receive,
so no need to grieve.
We'll be a bit slow,
but we're raring to go.

Your books will be worked on,
your edits still made,
we're just resting a bit,
   before we all fade.

So please excuse the delays;
It won't be for days;
we'll jump on your queries,
   for your wondrous new series.

We waited for Santa,
'Cuz we love old St. Nick,
And sure 'nuff he came,
   It wasn't a trick.

And as he rode off,
into the night,
I could swear I heard Hitch yell,
   "That Edit's Not Right!"

~~~~~~~~~~

We'll be back on the morning of January 5th; we'll be here parttime between now and then, thanks.