My name is Pedro Solis Sosa, and I am 49 years old. I was born way back in 12-27-51 ha ha! I am 5' 9” tall and weigh 207 pounds. Yes, I know I am a little overweight, but who's looking? Ha ha ha!! Just kidding! I have black hair and dark brown eyes. I have 6 brothers and 5 sisters and my precious mother is still living, thanks be to God almighty. Even though I have a large family, only my mother and one sister have stayed with me to this point, but it seems that they are also getting tired of me, well I mean my sister, not my Mom, the rest of the family abandoned me 12 years ago, except 2 of my brothers, they just can't read or write nor drive, so I can't say anything about them. Nor of the others as they are Americans and they have all their rights. They are too busy with their own lives. They tell my Mom to tell me that they love me, but they can't come to visit me because they can't afford it or they would. They also say that they don't have the time or they would! (He he he! They go to Corpus Christi, Tx from San Antonio every two weeks fishing). Oh well, it's their choice. I can't force them to love me back for real as their true brother.|
I have been married twice. I married my first ex when I was 18 ¼ years old. We lived together for 5 years, she had 2 cute and wonderful boys ages 1 and 2 when I met her which was why I decided to marry her right away to help her with her sons as they had sent her husband to prison for 25 years on drugs. Well, one year and a half I came home sick from work to find her in bed with another man. I loved her and the kids so much that I forgave her the first two times and divorced her on the third. It was very funny to me on the third time that I caught her with the other guy up to her eyeballs and she gets upset and tells me “You can't leave me Pete! It's not what it looks like!” Booyyyy! May God forgive her, I did! One year later I met and remarried to my second wife. We lived 8 happy years together and had two boys of our own, then in 1983 I was accused falsely of robbing a bank and killing a cop, which I did not. I was at work, but the two actual killers used my car and set me up for the Robbery and Murder of the Deputy. The sate and the FBI withheld 1655 pages of FBI investigative reports for 14 years after my illegal conviction and sentence of death, the state fabricated a confession and forged my name to it. The FBI also forged my name to a Federal Miranda warning Form FD-395 which I did not sign myself. The sate also forged another document it needed badly to esure the illegal conviction and death sentence. I am totally innocent but have no capital to defend myself with, and my court appointed attorneys are only doing limited representation. I've got court misconduct, prosecutorial misconduct, juror misconduct and police misconduct. And yet the State Attorney General is arguing to the Federal Court that there was no harm!
I am a Jack of all trades. There is nothing I can't do, but before my arrest I lost and quit lots of jobs due to the fact that I couldn't read or write, not even a first grade book. I was 31 years old at the time of my arrest (oh, my second wife left me for someone else five years after I ended up on Death Row and has been living together since.) I will write to whom writes to me by hand or typewriter which ever they prefer, but must warn them that my handwriting is not that good. My last job was with a construction company. I started there as an auto and diesel mechanic, and ended as their do it all. As I loved earning my money working for it.
I like playing baseball with family and friends, I love bowling, dancing, going to the movies in doors or out, I love traveling, I love kids. They are a lot of fun to be around. I love helping anyone in need, especially the older people that don't have anyone to care for them, or that their own kids or family just don't care to lift a finger to help them out. I helped over 150 old couples and single men or women and single mothers with kids in remodeling their homes. Oh, it was such a pity for some of them poor souls. They were living a half-house! One of them had a hole in the roof of their kitchen that appeared like a car had fallen in through it! All these precious people were like poor people that couldn't afford even $100 for repairs, much less the eight to fifteen thousand dollars they needed to fix their homes. But much as hate to admit it, I was kinda a Robin Hood guy. I asked them first and told them the truth that I would have to steal the materials they needed, and giving it all to them, all they had to pay was my helpers was a crate of beer and a supper when the job was done! Oh, but that created a big problem between them all and me. I made too many dads and moms and sisters and brothers that would all get upset at me and my wife, because they all wanted us at their tables for Thanksgiving days, or Christmas. You get the picture, right?
Well, I hope to hear from someone at the least. Mean time, God Bless you all and take care.
Pedro S. Sosa
3872 FM 350 South