Made For Me

I got another letter from my pen pal. He’s my cousin who is in prison. I still write him because I know I would want someone to think of me if I ever ended up there. It’s hard to write though because I don’t really know what to say. I can’t ask him how he’s doing. I can’t say I’ll see you soon. So I just print out a couple of my blog posts, sometimes I tear pictures of pretty women out of magazines and I send him those.

He sent me this picture that he had someone draw for me. I have a feeling that there is a lot of wasted talent in prison.