I grew up in Southern New Jersey, an upper middle class town right outside Philadelphia called Cherry Hill. My parents never had any money though and when they got divorced, when I was 10-years-old, the money situation became even tighter. My family was dirt poor and broken up.
How are you? I hope things are fine. I noticed you are in prison until the year 2020 and were born in 1991. That is a shame to hear. A young mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Each morning, I compose a letter to an inmate in prison in Microsoft Word, print it, sign it, and mail it out with my return address. The letters are part niceties, part macabre humor.
It started back in the early 2000s. It was a hot summer, I was done with school and my friend Andrew and I were incredibly bored. Around 10:00am, we were lying around on couches, watching television, thinking aloud as to what we would do for fun that day.
Unlike some people, I don’t have the pleasure of sleeping in until 8:30am and getting into work at 10:00am. Oddly enough, where I work is less than a 10-minute walk from where my apartment is, so you would think I would sleep in until the last possible minute, right? Not so fast. What you have to realize is that as we creep into summer, the sun starts rising earlier and earlier as the days drag on.
Everyone wants to be a celebrity, especially if you live in New York or Los Angeles. You may not have millions but if you have an apartment below 96th street in Manhattan, you’re halfway to acting like you’re rich. First, tell everyone you know about how great it is living in Manhattan and how you “barely use the subway” because you can walk everywhere. This is key – especially when you’re with people who live in Brooklyn and Queens.