His friend, a prescription drug addict, snapped one night and shot two of his dealers.
Justin said his friend turned the gun on him and demanded that he help bury the bodies; Justin was, in turn, arrested and imprisoned.
He’d describe a fight he’d witnessed and poker games with his new cellmate.
Time wore on, and the letters became more intimate.
And women are finding them, through places such as Meet-an-Inmate, Write APrisoner, Prison Inmates, Inmate Connections, Convict Mailbag, and Inmate Passions, to name a few.
Users are not required to disclose their crime(s), but many volunteer it in their bios—often with a plea for legal assistance.
How much can you ever really know about another person, anyway?
But as his school detentions led to expulsions and, eventually, arrests for possession of weed and then burglaries, we fell out of touch.
I was ambitious, and my sights were set on anywhere but Delaware. Maybe when got his act together, I told myself, we could finally have a real relationship.
I loved him, but I also cherished the convenience the physical distance provided. It was as easy as not answering a phone call or not picking up the letter lying on the counter.
But when I did need him, I could conjure him up with a pen and paper.