I’m a dinosaur, extinct, lost to history, they don’t make people like me anymore. When someone old me that I laughed. I don’t feel like a dinosaur, and my front arms aren’t short and stumpy–go ahead and look, I’ll wait (insert jeopardy music here). See, normal arms, not a dinosaur. Then D.O.C. passed out tablets with emails and I realized what he meant. I had to have someone else show me how to use one of these things and the younger guys in here type fast as hell!
We didn’t have all of this when I got locked up (at 16 in ’92). I’m not looking for a relationship. It would be wrong to trap some woman in this world with me, but I am looking for friends I can laugh and joke and communicate with–a source of interaction that isn’t family. I don’t drink, smoke, chew or do drugs. I like to read, workout, draw and take available classes. I don’t play games, what you see is what you get. All emails and letters will be answered.