Solitary Confinement,

                                Has left me tramatized, Bruised, and Battered...feeling Like a Black Slave on a plantation, Like a Jew in a concentration camp...just existening with Hopes, and Dreams of Freedom one Day! I’m often asked...How Have I Been able to survive for all these years...it’s simply Because, I stopped Living for myself years ago...I Have pen-friends that Have told me, that I Have Changed their Life - that they couldn’t picture Life with out me in it...so, my pen-friends are who I Do this for, so, I’ve Blocked out Everything else...they are my Life...mail call is the High Light of my Day!