Certified is the pacey, true life account of David Harris; how he went from typical Aussie kid to mentally deranged criminal, then experiences a most surprising transformation.
The windows of the stolen ute were down just enough to let our cigarette smoke escape. We sped away from where we had been stranded in Collingwood—the...
Freedom at last,’ I announced to no one in particular, as I jumped out of the warm, modest four-door sedan and took off. The drive to Ocean Grove from...
“I was one of thirty green recruits at Kapooka, the Army Recruit Training Centre, near the inland city of Wagga Wagga, New South Wales. All of us were...
My heart was pounding. My eyes narrowed in on the knot in the timber table in front of me. My knuckles turned white as I made a clenched fist. I tried...
Prison at night once again brought with it the ritual of the tent of filth covering the nearby bed. I found it hard to sleep with regular interruption...
The decision to skip bail and head interstate was a pretty easy one to make. Simon and I chose to part company for a while; Rick and I were drawn toge...
Hard drugs were difficult to get in Perth. We were poorly connected and without a regular supply, so we used whatever drugs we could score. When we co...
My case came to trial after three long months on remand. The evidence against me was pretty much watertight, so I figured the best thing I could do wa...
I had little around me to give me hope for anything more than the ongoing purposeless life that I had, day in, day out. As the months rolled by the in...
Lock up was four pm. That’s sixteen hours of self-time. Everything slowed down once again, but this time it was not chemical, rather just the long slo...