He was 17 then. He is 41 now. In the large visitors' room at Alford, Wishon sits at a small table placed in the center of the white floor. Guards watch through the doors. A pop machine hums against the wall.
Large windows overlook an exercise yard lined with razor wire.
Wishon is lanky and quiet in his prison denim and chunky prison-issue glasses. He speaks softly, moves deliberately. I had no interest in God. People that would try to tell me about it would embarrass me. He had dropped out of school in the mid-1970s and was taking a lot of drugs, including LSD, speed and marijuana.