hyperlexian wrote:
i was penpals with an inmate when i was 16, and he was 22.
he used to draw tattoo-style art pictures with red, black, and blue ink pens on the inside of old cigarette packages. he had trouble finding blank paper, so when he wrote letters he would write really tiny so that he would not waste space.
he was in for grand theft auto and felony theft charges. about 6 months later he was released, when he was 23 and i was 17. we dated for a few weeks. on our first date, he picked me up in a stolen car and gave me a stuffed animal he lifted from a department store.
that car ran out of gas and my parents knew what the deal was. they brought us a jerry can of gas, and didn't say a word until after i had broken up with him. they knew all about him, as i did not hide his background. i think they decided they had no right to judge as my dad did time in his youth too.
this guy tried to turn his life around, but by the time he was 25 his rap sheet was pretty daunting. he was always looking for a mark and never content to live without constant adrenalin. he could not physically relax. every so often, when his life got too hard on the outside, he would commit a crime and stay on the scene to get caught. for him, it was easier to be on the inside.
i last saw him when i was about 27 and he was about 33. he was homeless, begging for money. i felt sad for him and didn't let him recognise me so that he would not be embarrassed, but i found a way to get a small amount of cash to him.
in my younger years i often ended up dating various types of mentally unstable men, but when i got older i went for more stable and honest types.
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