Statistically I should be dead or in prison so either I’m a ghost writer, this is a letter from an upstate correctional facility, or I’ve beaten the odds thus far. There’s always a chance that I might be speaking too soon but why use up brain matter on something that has not presented itself.The environment I grew up in wasn’t all roses but it doesn’t really reflect the person I am today. Oh trust that I am street smart; I’m […]
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