Sometimes I wonder why I did what I did. When I regard myself then I see that I didn't need the money so desperately as to kidnap two people who hadn't hurt me, who weren't even aware of my existence. I see now that I needed to be in control, I needed to know that I could affect someone’s life the way my own had been changed by situation.

I regret my actions deeply as I stare at the confined four walls of my cell but I will never admit it; it hurt too much to admit to my heart. I am, in the media portrayed as a heartless, evil man and if that is the way I am seen then so be it.

I always remember something that Taylor whispered, as I was beating him, he made me think of my actions... made me remember what I had done to that poor girl, a victim of my hatred- he whispered Give a Little... I still do not know what that means but the words are always on my mind, I think about what he said and I think about what I did and I know with all my heart that it was wrong, but I can't take it back now, I can't change the past, I can only look towards what I know will be a life of imprisonment.

Well, you have to give a little to get a little.