Christine and I drove all the way to Tennessee to meet you. You were a nice guy who expected someone young and stupid to not be young and stupid. Yet again, I find myself apologizing.
I didn’t like you the first time we met. I don’t like you now. In fact, I kind of think you might be mildly retarded both socially and mentally. But hey – good luck with life!
You were the first boy I talked to on the phone. Your dad was my science teacher. Weird. Also, what the hell with not talking to me at the skating rink? Kind of shitty, yo.
You taught me how to write in cursive. You also had me make the most ridiculous tinfoil star ever. I wonder if you’d be proud to know that thing is still in use. I’m not.
No person is your friend who demands your silence or denies your right to grow.
~ Alice Walker
Ms. Love, you really did everything you could to make it easier on all of us, and contrary to the popular opinion held by other guards, being nice actually worked. We respected you the most.
You knew how to work it inside, but did you make it on the outside? I’ve often wondered if you managed to stay clean and sober. It’s hard when you hate yourself so much, though.
You were one crazy broad, and I’m glad you and Jovi actually hooked up after prison. I think. You two had one weird relationship. And no, I still don’t want to move in with y’all.
You turned out to be even worse as a “leasing agent” than any of the previous agents. You and Donna had a power trip going on that wound up turning our complex into the hood.
I’m glad you didn’t turn out to be the bitch I thought you would. I thought we’d have a lot more trouble from you when we left. Thank you for understanding we had no choice.