vagabondprophet:

Solitary Refinement Chapter 5

Dear Joshua                                                               August 5th 2017

Hey sorry I haven’t written in a little while. I’ve kept pretty busy around here actually. So Liz told you to leave her alone? No running errands for your convict bestie? I can’t believe she said that. She’s more angry than I thought, I was really hoping she’d believe me that it’s not my fault I’m here it’s just a stupid mistake. Maybe she’s not even reading them, I wish that I knew she was even doing that. Well I guess you better listen to her, no need for me to piss her off further.

They have classes here to train you for different things so you can find a job once you get out. At first I thought it was stupid, I had a good job you know? Now I’m thinking, construction work isn’t always reliable, you get caught in between jobs sometimes and it’s stressful when that gap lengthens for any time at all. So I looked at the different programs and tried to see which one would be the most stable for my family once I’m out. I just want something that will make people happy. So I’m learning how to cook. Food and meeting with people over food makes people happy right?

I miss sharing nachos with you and the other guys at the pub. Remember the bartender with the lazy eye? Remember all the times we’d all flip him the bird and yell,

“How many fingers are we holding!?”

We were such idiots sometimes. Or the time we tried to see how fast we could light matches off the road while driving. Never got past 30 km/hr did we?

Anyways I was thinking that once I’m out I could maybe open up a restaurant or at least work at one. That’d be cool I think. Construction is hard on your body, out in the cold and rain all the time and it’s dangerous too. I don’t want Nina’s dad to get his back broken or skull cracked at work and not be able to dance with her anymore.

It’s funny, I always wanted to go to school to learn something different but never had the time or the money.

Funny right?