We meet people everyday. Most you move past without a second thought. From time-to-time you meet someone special who leaves a mark on your life.
In my ten years behind bars, I can count those men on one hand. The men I gave my moms number to and exchanged personal information. The men I want to meet on the flip-side of this thing. Dudes who were so fuckin' cool in here that I want to keep them in my life once free. I feel we owe it to each other to grill some steaks, have a beer and stand in free grass in someone's back year.
These men are not simply friends, they are my brothers, they are family.
They say dynamite comes in small packages. I don't know how they packed so much spunk into a 4-foot Mexican, but meet Shorty. I call him that, you probably shouldn't. We earn the right to talk to each other this way.
As you read this, Shorty is a free man. I had planned to go home from my last prison. Then they up and moved me here a year and a half ago. I believe my steps are ordained for me. And I came here to meet this man.
Shorty, be the man I met here and you will go far out there. My two Jewish brothers, Mike and Ben--the Jew Mafia lives on!!
You three men had to go so my turn would come. Finally I am next on the list.
You guys are my brothers, you each have a place at my table. You are also the proof that people can change. Show the world what we're made of.
Respect, my brothers, I'll see you soon.
-HOOLIGAN-
