Prison Pen Pals

So there I was, putting pen to paper ... okay, I lie. I was typing letters to prisoners. Yes, the ones in prison. I feel sorry for them, so I write and let them know that the outside world still cares for them. I do not judge - unless of course they are charged with 1st degree murder, in which case my little pen quivers at the thought that Mr. Murderer over here might hunt me down when he gets out. Not a good idea, so I rushed off and got myself a PO Box. Ha. Clever.

But still, the whole idea of writing to someone who is convicted of murder, mmmm, I don't know how I feel about that.

But anyway, I wrote to a "lifer" - yes, that means he is in prison for life, no chance of parole. So, off I trot to the mailbox and send these letters off. Two write back. And then I wonder why the "lifer" hasn't. Did I maybe write something offensive in my letter? Did I have his address written down correctly?

Then it hit me, like an axe to the head. Take a look at the pic I have put up with this posting. Yup, that is on the postage stamps I have been attaching to the envelopes.

"So, how long is your sentence?"

"Life"

"Oh, you mean FOREVER?"

Oops