Letters from a Storage Locker #7 -- All in the Family

We've posted letters before from Mike, to his wife Jennifer (click here if you haven't already read the last one)--  he's in jail for 9+ months for drugs and writes her 2 X a day.  You realize through his letters, a couple of things,  1)  he isn't that smart,  2) he isn't that great of a catch,  3)  he claims to be hopelessly in love with her but then says things completely contrary to that, and 4) he will have a drug problem for a long, long time.    It's no surprise that Mike and Jennifer divorced in 2007, a simple 2 years after their long-anticipated prison-planned wedding.     


What made Jennifer fall in love with such a class act, you ask?  Well, maybe it was because they were young lovers (they met in high school) and didn't know any better...  or maybe, it was because of the lack of other quality men she had in her life leading up to that point.


Jennifer regularly received letters in high school from two of these men-- her father who was incarcerated, and her cousin "Scrappy" --  here's a letter from Scrappy written from, you guessed it, prison. Is it just me or is he hitting on her?  


Here's the letter:  (Jennifer is a Senior in High School at this point... Scrappy is probably mid to late 20s)

Jennifer,

Hey what's up?  Nothing much here.  Sorry I haven't written back sooner.  I don't know if you heard but I leave to Carlsbad on Aug. 1.  A little bit less than 3 weeks away.  I feel like I've been here forever.  So you got a 21 on your ACTs huh that's cool.  I need to take mine soon. But I don't think that I'll score too high because I haven't been to school in quite a while.

And when I get to the center you'll be able to come and see me when ever you want.  And my girlfriend writes me just about every day.  When I first got locked up she would write me 2 or 3 times a day. But now after 7 months there really isn't too much to talk about.  I'm sorry that I made you feel bad when I said that 17 is too young to settle down.  Thats just the way that I feel about myself.  I'm really not ready to commit to one person yet.  But you, you have found the person that is perfect for you.  Sometimes I wish that I was as lucky to have found the right person, already.  But to tell you the truth, I really have no idea what I want.  I'm so confused it's not even funny.  I can't even try to explain how I feel.  It's like one day I feel a certain way and the next I'll feel totally different. But more than likely I'll break up with Buffy to move to Memphis or New Orleans and this will all probably happen this coming summer.

And when I move we'll party all of the time together. And you'll have to hook me up with one of your really good looking friends.

I need to ask you this.  Do you feel some kind of special bond or something between us? I do.  I feel like I'm closer to you than my own sister.  I don't know why that is, but it is.

 But, oh yes!  We are going to party together.  We'll party like there is no tomorrow.

And this time when you write back I'll write you back right away.

I can't wait to see you!!!!!!!

Love,
Scrappy

P.S. - What did you think of my picture?  You're looking more and more beautiful every time I see you.