John was a hard working man loyal to everybody around him to a fault.his only fault however was attempted murder when he witnessed his wife cheating on him with his best friend he hadn’t mean for his friend to die. He just remembered seeing his wife with his friend of 20 years it blinded him with rage.the irony of being put behind the very bars he would toss thugs and criminals into would make him spiral into a depression.in the midst of writing a letter his pen pal.he gazed down the hall and saw a man with a long stature being brought in by two prison guard.he thought to himself."wow how tall is he,he’s gotta be pushing at least 7 or 8 feet. Wait that was the same height as my pen pall is this the deacon I’ve been writing to,it can’t be he was a man of God a true acolyte,he wouldn’t harm a fly".the prison guards approach his cell and say "this is your new cell mate meet Jacob ronino." Johns face turned paler then glue,as his blood sank to his feet all he could utter was"Jacob ronino I’m John hardinger".A grin stretched across his face as he said"John,how nice to finally meet you,talking oughta be a lot easier now seeing as we don’t have to mail out the letters." He laughs a deep belied laugh John responds with disbelief"what are you doing here"? Jacob peers carefully at the guard as he locks the jail cell door and disappears around the corner.Jacob whispers with exasperation"I’m not supposed to be here I was framed you’re the only one I can trust my secret with"I didn’t murder that thief".