At one point of my life, I decided to try and live a bit more righteously, no beefs, scams, or schemes, and if I can help someone who really needs it, I will. It sounds corny, or like something one might say to the parole board. However the one gift I have – despite knowing in all likelihood I will never leave prison – is I can say what I please.
This is why I learned to express myself with paper. In the future if you really have any animosity towards me, please feel free to come up and voice your grievance in the visiting room. I promise I won’t try to turn it into a future Zap Tale. If anything, at the least I can get you hooked on phonics, unstuck from stupid, and, if I think you’re trying hard enough to act correctly, I promise to buy you an ice cream from the vending machine.