Dec 17, 2005 13:06
I got this card from a Death Row Convict I used to write to when I was naive. (And before Leggy convinced me that everyone is a stalker.)
So, I stared at the card for a bit. I expected, "Hi, I hate you. I'm going to die next week, and I thought you would like to know that you made my life horrible for my last 4 years of it. I waited for your letters, but I never got one. I'll see you in hell, Bitch.
Luckily, it didn't say that. He wanted me to write to him. And it was a Christmas card.
Actually, his story is pretty sad. Maybe I'm just a sucker. He could be lying, but I want to believe that everyone is good.
Aaron is coming over. I'm going girly.