Just a few years ago I had it all...or so I thought. I was a San Francisco radio DJ, vice president of a marketing firm and was happily married, 32 years old, living what I thought to be the American Dream. I owned a nice house, drove a new SUV, held a college degree and a great career. I took my dog on walks through my suburban neighborhood and vacationed several times a year.
Here’s where it gets interesting. I moved to Idaho to enjoy a less stressful lifestyle but soon found myself in prison, divorced, watching bad movies, eating a concoction known as country stew, pooping in front of a live audience and stressing about my ex-wife and her array of new boyfriends. Yep, one night I’m in a king bed at the Grand Wailea Resort in Maui, the next I’m in a top bunk overlooking six showers and four toilets.
I love to write and I'm hoping I'm interesting enough for someone (anyone) to write me. I promise my letters will fascinate you, make you laugh and will contain no spelling or grammatical errors. My fellow inmates, a.k.a. cellies, tell me that only crazy women would write a stranger in prison. I wholeheartedly disagree. What do you think?
I'm 6 feet, 220 pounds, with brown hair and green eyes and I can't wait to hear from you, crazy or not!