CAN I LIVE?
Hey Free World, it’s your boy Cliff. I’m just throwing this kite into the breeze in the hopes that whoever finds it can return it with a conversation piece that becomes a new chapter in my life. Everyone in the Big House (although this one is rather small) has people they associate with, but we never really have “real” friends. A FRIEND is a commodity that is not as easy to find as you’d think. Hence, this profile.
I’m not one of these guys who’s gonna claim to be the super sensitive type, who “likes long walks on the beach” and “hot cocoa by the fireplace”. Picture that. Do I look like I drink hot cocoa by the fireplace? I drink my morning coffee next to the radiator, and that’s as close as it gets. But, I “am” the type who listens and puts others before me, who would give his last dollar, last ounce of strength, and last breath, to help a friend in need. But when you can count the amount of friends, “real” friends, you have on one hand, that kind of life can be devoid of any actual living.
The fact is that not everyone in prison is a loser. Many of us are good men who, in a moment of poor judgment, made bad choices. I hear women all the time mention how hard it is to find a good man. Well, I’M a “good man” and I’m RIGHT HERE!