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Wednesday, January 28, 2009


Prison can truly make you forget people, and that was the case with me and John Forte. The Phillips Exeter grad was convicted for drug trafficking (read more about the case here), and lost seven years of his life in a cage. (Though, judging by the comments on this page, some believe those Exeter connections helped him get out, courtesy of a commutation by Andover grad George W. Bush. I'm glad the brother's out, but I don't disagree with that theory.)

The video below is not just a video for his new song, "Life Has Just Begun," but also details the first day of freedom for the musician most remembered for playing with and writing songs for the Fugees back in the day:


He also provided a written account to The Daily Beast:
A little more than an hour and a half elapsed before my package of clothes was brought over by a couple of corrections officers. They were kind, made a couple of jokes at which I did not laugh; my nerves were still frazzled. I brought the bag of clothes into an adjacent bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that they did, indeed, fit me. The two officers who delivered my clothes were also the officers who escorted me to the SUV that awaited me in the parking lot.

“Good luck,” they said, almost in unison.

Did they practice that? I wondered.

“Thanks.”

My manager jumped out of the vehicle and gave me an enormous bear hug.

“We were worried,” she said, teary-eyed, motioning for me to enter the truck. “We’ve been here for more than two hours. Waiting.”

“Ah,” I reminded her, “’tis the nature of a bureaucracy. Everything is a process.”

Indeed.

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