November 12, 2009

November 12, 2009

Dear Kevin;

You may not remember me, but we had met, once. You seemed like a good guy, and my doctors said it would be good to write to you. I know you aren't able to write to me, but these letters are more for me than anything. Maybe, one day, I will be able to receive letters. Jerry told me if he was good, he could get letters next month.

So, I guess I should talk about the "incident," but I really don't want to. They tell me it didn't exist, and it was all in my mind, but I know it's real. You don't imagine something like that, and you can't just pretend it didn't happen. I have to believe that you believe me, so, maybe when I can get letters you can tell me you believe me.

They don't let us see the sun. The doctors tell me the sun is bad for me right now. Until I get better, I just sit in my room most days. It's not so bad, I have Jerry to keep me company right now. We had a third guy in here, Dave. Sadly, Dave is gone now, but they say he's cured, so I'm happy for him.

I really appreciate you being here for me to write to. I hope it will allow me to get better and go home eventually. Maybe we can hang out sometime once I get out. That would be great!

Sincerely,

Your friend