Clyde Hudson's Questionnaire

I live in Florence, Colorado. It ain't exactly a dream place, but hey, it's home for now. Never really thought much about where I'd end up. As for my dream spot, it's gotta be Scotland. Can't say why, just feels right, ya know? Always had this picture in my head of rolling green hills and misty lochs. Sounds better than this concrete jungle, that's for sure. Used to have a crappy apartment before things went south with that bank job. Now? Well, let's just say I traded the worn-out couch for a cozy cell in ADX. Not exactly an upgrade, but it'll do... for now. My old apartment had a bed, a desk, and my TV. It's all I really ever needed since I always head out to either the gym or to grab a bite to eat.

Well, let's just say I ain't exactly making money the legal way these days. Used to be a farm hand, working hard under the sun for every dollar. But now? Let's just say I've had to get a bit more creative. Money's tight, so I've had to rely on, uh, alternative means to get by. As for what I spend it on, well, it's mostly survival stuff, you know? Food, maybe a few creature comforts to make this place feel less like a prison. Gotta keep my head down and hope for a break, maybe find a way to get back on my feet someday.

My ambition? Well, it might sound crazy to some, but I want to see a world without money. Yeah, you heard me right. I believe money's the root of all evil, tearing folks apart, driving them to do crazy things. So, I'm on a mission to rid the world of it. Sounds impossible, huh? But hear me out. My plan's kinda out there, but it just might work. I figure if I can hack into every bank system, wipe out all the digital currency, and then disappear into the shadows, maybe I can kickstart a revolution. Yeah... revolution is more my style anyways. Sure, it's risky, and I might have to do some things I ain't proud of to get there, maybe even take a life if it's me or them. But I'd never go looking for trouble. Still, I'd be willing to lay down my life for this cause. Not in some cult-like way, mind you, but as a savior, a hero for a better world.

The most defining event of my life? That's a no-brainer. It was the day we hit JPMorgan with my crew. Six of us, with big dreams and even bigger desperation. But things took a dark turn. In the chaos, I ended up fatally injuring an up-and-coming millionaire. It wasn't intentional, just a mess of adrenaline and bad luck. But that moment changed everything. It made me realize the weight of my actions, the consequences of my choices. I can't undo what's been done, but I carry that moment with me every day. It's a reminder of the thin line between ambition and destruction, and it's changed me forever. These things you can't take back. But if you are going to send a message to the world about how money is evil, then do it right.

One person who holds a significant place in my life is my brother, Matt. He's been by my side through thick and thin, always there to offer support and guidance. We grew up together, facing the struggles of life hand in hand. Matt's got a level head and a heart of gold, and I don't know where I'd be without him. If he heard I was here, he would be so disappointed in me.

Then there's my closest friend, Josh. We've been through it all together, from petty thefts to that fateful JPMorgan heist. Josh is like a brother to me, a partner in crime who understands me like no one else does. He's the only one who knows the real me, flaws and all, and still sticks around. Wonder where he ran? Unsure, but I hope he's okay.

Lastly, there's my mother, living out in New Mexico. She's the one who brought me into this world, raised me with love and care, even if times were tough. Though we're miles apart, her presence is always felt, a reminder of where I come from and the values she instilled in me. I couldn't imagine what she would think if she heard I was in this concrete jungle gym. She would probably have a heart attack honestly.

My childhood was a mix of good times and tough moments. I grew up with my mom, dad, and older brother, who I really looked up to. When my dad died young, it was hard, but I'm not hung up on it. My parents were great; my mom worked hard to take care of us, and they both taught me the value of hard work.

In school, I was more into sports and hanging out with the jocks. I never really excelled in academics; it just wasn't my thing. But I found my place among my peers and felt like I belonged. I had a close group of friends, and we were always getting into some kind of mischief, but nothing serious. Oh how odd it is now, where I am. Those same friends where the ones who helped me with that heist.

As I got older, I realized that I wanted more out of life than just scraping by. I wanted to make something of myself, to prove that I was capable of more than people thought. That's what led me to do what I did, to take that risk and try to make something of myself. And even though it landed me in a tough spot, I don't regret it. It's all part of who I am, part of my story.

Yes, I've been in love before. It was back in high school, and her name was Sarah. We had a connection that felt like it was straight out of a movie. We went on a few dates, mostly hanging out at the local diner or catching a movie at the small theater in Florence, Colorado.

Things were going really well between us, but as high school romances often do, it eventually fizzled out. We both realized that we were heading in different directions in life, and it was better to part ways than to try to force something that wasn't meant to be.

Looking back, I have fond memories of that time, and I'll always have a special place in my heart for Sarah. But life moves on, and we both went our separate ways, each on our own path.

My worst fear is being forgotten. It's a deep-seated fear that stems from a desire to leave a lasting impact on the world, to be remembered for who I am and what I've done. Growing up, I saw how easily people could be forgotten, how memories fade and stories are lost to time. I don't want that to happen to me. I want to leave a legacy that will endure long after I'm gone.

Another fear of mine is causing my brother to hate me. My brother has always been my role model, someone I've looked up to and admired. The thought of doing something that would make him hate me is unbearable. I value our relationship deeply, and the idea of losing that connection is terrifying. These fears drive me to strive for greatness, to make a difference in the world in a way that will be remembered. I want to leave a mark that can't be erased, to ensure that I won't be forgotten. And as for my brother, I do everything I can to maintain our bond and show him how much he means to me, hoping that I'll never do anything to jeopardize that relationship.

My most prized possession is a ring that I gave to my brother a long time ago. It originally belonged to our dad before he passed away, and it holds a lot of sentimental value for both of us. It's a symbol of our family and the bond that we share. Every time I see my brother wearing that ring, it reminds me of our dad and the lessons he taught us. It reminds us of the times we were together, happy.

Another prized possession of mine is a journal that I've been keeping since I was young. It's filled with memories, thoughts, and reflections on my life. It's a record of who I am and where I come from, and it's something that I hold dear to my heart. Both of these are special to me because they represent important aspects of my life: family and personal growth. They remind me of where I've been and where I'm going, and they serve as a source of strength and inspiration in difficult times, especially now.

The biggest problem in my life right now is being locked up in ADX in Florence, Colorado. It's a high-security federal prison known for its strict conditions and limited contact with the outside world. Being confined to a cell for most of the day, with limited social interaction and activities, takes a toll on my mental and emotional well-being.

Another major issue is the uncertainty of my future. I'm not sure how long I'll be here or what will happen once I'm released. The thought of starting over, rebuilding my life after being incarcerated, is daunting. Despite all of this, I try to stay positive and focused on improving myself. I use this time to reflect on my past actions, learn from my mistakes, and prepare for a better future. I stay connected with my friends as much as possible, drawing strength from their support. Though, I haven't received a letter in a year, and I do avoid my family, because I don't know what they would think of me. Overall, my goal is to make the best of my situation and come out of this experience stronger and wiser. 

A typical morning for me in ADX starts early, as the routine here is very structured. I wake up to the sound of the morning bell, signaling the start of the day. I start by washing up and getting dressed in my prison uniform. The cell is small and sparse, but I try to keep it neat and organized to maintain some sense of order.

After getting ready, I wait for breakfast, which is delivered to my cell. It's usually a simple meal, but I try to eat enough to fuel myself for the day ahead. This is the same for lunch and dinner. I spend some time reading or exercising in my cell, trying to stay mentally and physically fit. I write letters in my cell, though I never send them; it's like more of a disposable journal that I don't need to look back on. Being in ADX is challenging, as it is limited interaction with other inmates and staff. However, I try to stay positive and focused on improving myself. I use this time to reflect on my past actions, learn from my mistakes, and prepare for a better future. Despite the challenges, I strive to start each day with a sense of purpose and determination.