Here’s the ironic part of all this- Just before coming to jail my man and I were doing so good. Boy didn’t we have it all and then some. I’m not just talking about materialistic bullshit- even though we had two pimp ass rides, a sick ass apartment, all the amenities we could ever want, including our favorite party favors by the plenty. But I’m talking about something much bigger and better than all of that- I’m talking about Family. We had our family closely knit, we had each other- we got to hear each other, feel each other, see each other. It’s been sol long! Fuck. I miss you all so much- I wish I could at least talk to my family again But that’s not the ironic part- the ironic part is- My Mate and I were collecting Bird Cages as a new weird hobby together just before I came to jail.
8/27/18
M.J.
