My name is Davey Crockett and yes, I have heard all the songs and jokes about my name. But with the way the world out there is doing it is bent to destroy our history. I am proud to have a name that is attached to American History.
Anyways, I have been in prison since 1988. I am now 51 years old. While in prison I have gotten my GED. I can’t say I taught myself to read and write, but I have gotten much better over the years. I never paid much attention in school, I was much more interested in sports, girls, beer etc..
I have always had a talent to drawing but did not really polish it until I came to prison. I got into tattooing, so for years I tattooed and I wish I had pictures of some of the work I have done. I still run across guys I worked on 25 years ago and am proud of the work I did.
However, tattooing is something that is frowned on by prison staff. So trying to do the right thing, I hung up my guns and started drawing and writing to get into the prison craft shops to work with leather. Once I got in, I was taught by some friends the basic skills needed to ger started. Once I was on my own I started designing my own stuff. And soon I was teaching and helping other guys who would get in.
Now that this Covid 19 has hit us and the shops are closed, I am trying to fall back to my old talent of drawing.
You know 30 plus years is a long time. It has not always been about tattooing, or leather work. Life happens in prison too. I have been in GS. Seg. 3 times for riots, stabbings, fights, I have racked up more time. And because of the years spent in GS. Seg. I have had lots of time to just think.
I have come to learn that writing and expressing your thoughts is an art all on its own. And I have some deep thoughts and emotions that I long to express. There not all bad, not all good.
One thought I would like to share is that we can never be perfect. We can try and the harder we try the fall hurts that much more. We really do not know just what all the bad choices are that we can make until we have already done so. Then comes the embarrassment, shame and disappointment. And in this life, there are those who love to see people fall. So, there is the disappointment of giving them this satisfaction.
And its hard to pick yourself up, because everyday there is something or someone to remind you of your failure. I am currently going through this now. One thing that has always helped me deal with life is writing. It’s like a vent. You want someone to understand you to relate. So, you have to seek the right works and then put them all in the right place that will paint a picture for others to see.
To some your words may seem random or even hard to understand. But there are those who will relate and be touched by your words. They may even realize something for the first time about themselves. Sometimes it’s just one word that makes the reader stop and think, “that’s it”.
If you’re like me, you don’t like to be preached to. I get a greater message out of listening to or reading someone else’s experience that I can relate to. William Malicoat’s “Can you pay back what your stole?” in Oct. 2019 issue of “Outside” that I read.
I can relate. There are somethings we can no pay back. And like something out of the shadows, that regret often attacks us. And it struggles to always define you. And we all have gotten lost in that “Endless Game” that Mailcoat mentioned. That “Game” has been the source of my escape. And while there I have answered some of my own questions and have come to terms with the fact that I can not undo or pay back some of the things I have stolen. It is beyond tears. It is good to know I am not alone. And I am truly not a murder either. I made bad choices and stole somethings I can’t pay back. And to the world and this life I say from the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry.
My name is Davey Crockett #552550. I have been in prison since 1988, for murder. I am 51 years old serving 4 life sentences in the state of TX.
Davey Crockett #552550
RT 2 Box 4400
Gatesville, TX 76597