Letters from behind bars

I'm a copywriter. So I sat down (figuratively) and decided to write - to prisoners. Not a sermon. But a simple, "Hey how you doing?" kind of writing. Old fashioned letter writing.

"Why on earth would you want to do that?" I hear some of you ask. Simple. If that was me behind bars, I would want contact with the outside world. Letters from friendly folks like myself would make my day. Something to read. Something to think about. And something to while away the hours as I replied.

Sure, one of the people I am writing to was convicted on two counts of 2nd degree murder. It's not like he's going to ever be released. I mean come on, the guy is on death row. What harm can come of my writing to him? We are all going to meet our maker. He just happens to know when - to the minute. Just imagine how scared he must be. Yes, sure, some of you are saying he deserves it. But what about remorse? I'd like to think I was raised to be a nice kinda guy. A friendly kinda guy. And to some degree I am. But the friendly and the nice come to an end the minute one of them ask for:

1/. $$$$$$
2/. $$$$ for a lawyer
3/. A conjugal visit

I mean, seriously, there's only so much I am willing to do.

Besides, some people knit mile-long scarves, some people drink themselves to sleep. Me, I write to prisoners on death row. It's just one of the many services this civic-minded young man offers :-)