" The cop busted through the door and I dove out the window and into the cold night air. It was 4am, mid-December, and all I was wearing was my underwear. A thin swirl of snow circled the ground, three floors below.

With his gun in one hand, the cop grabbed my leg as soon as I was out the window. He held me in place, and I stood perpendicular to the outside wall of the building. I tried to kick off the wall with the foot that was free, but I kicked the cops hand instead, and he dropped his gun and loosened his grip on my leg.

I pulled free and flew away, and as I floated in the air, time played a cruel trick on me. It let me fall so slow that I had plenty of time to think how bad it was going to hurt when I landed.

I calmly wondered if I would be alive once I hit the ground. I was comforted by the thought, that; if I wasn't, I would have made good my escape. The cops would certainly have me then; but, at least I would be free.

It felt good, sailing through that black void, expecting what was to come. Because, in that period of time, I was free ... I was as free as a bird in captivity."

Before Harold Anderson changed his name to Joshua Lee Patton, he went to school barefoot and bullied and battered while growing up in the hills of North Georgia. His story is about making moonshine, running whiskey, fighting, and when he killed the sheriff's cousin there were attempts on Harold's life while he was in jail awaiting trial. The prosecutor had four eye witnesses, the murder weapon, and Harold's confession. The defense had Harold directing his attorney's strategy and a GBI Agent making an outlandish promise, but still, nothing short of a miracle will save Harold from being convicted of murder.

" The cop busted through the door and I dove out the window and into the cold night air. It was 4am, mid-December, and all I was wearing was my underwear. A thin swirl of snow circled the ground, three floors below.

With his gun in one hand, the cop grabbed my leg as soon as I was out the window. He held me in place, and I stood perpendicular to the outside wall of the building. I tried to kick off the wall with the foot that was free, but I kicked the cops hand instead, and he dropped his gun and loosened his grip on my leg.

I pulled free and flew away, and as I floated in the air, time played a cruel trick on me. It let me fall so slow that I had plenty of time to think how bad it was going to hurt when I landed.

I calmly wondered if I would be alive once I hit the ground. I was comforted by the thought, that; if I wasn't, I would have made good my escape. The cops would certainly have me then; but, at least I would be free.

It felt good, sailing through that black void, expecting what was to come. Because, in that period of time, I was free ... I was as free as a bird in captivity."