“Johnson!”

I wake to my name being yelled my the guard.

“Johnson, come out and meet your bunk mate. How about you show him the ropes some?”

I walk out of the room and meet with my new bunkie. “Johnson and you are?”

“Crisinski” he said with a raspy old man voice. Like someone who has smoked since they could walk.

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It started with a letter. I got it on a Tuesday. Everything was normal and fine until mail call. A letter in an orange envelope. “Dear prisoner”. The letter spoke about a site that connects prisoners with pen pals. Apparently the prison automatically signs us up as long as we’re “well behaved”.

So my letter came and it was pretty interesting so I wrote back. We talk about everything. It happened quickly too. I guess writing out the things you don’t get to say helps lift the weight. I didn’t spill anything that would compromise my case but I let him in on my life.

We never trade photos or anything that would expose who we were to the other outside of there. Though I guess he could find me with a simple google search.