10 June 2002
My lawyer said he gave you the letter. Can you please answer the phone when I call? I know it’s collect but it doesn’t cost that much. If it’s your dad or something, maybe you could send me a letter with a better number. Gemma’s or something?
Visiting hours are every Friday from 9 am to 5 pm. I know you’re probably really busy with school and stuff (you know you’re supposed to slack off in your senior year, right???) but if you wanna drop by after school or something I want to see you. I need to see you.
I don’t think this is gonna go well for me, baby. My lawyer’s a good guy but he’s got like a thousand other cases to work on. He keeps accidentally calling me Johnny? Anyway, there’s a lot of stuff about the case I probably shouldn’t talk about here. Bottom line is that I don’t think it’s going to go well. I might be looking at 50 years.
Good news is, jail isn’t all bad. I sleep 10 hours a night and we get three squares a day. The food sucks compared to the snacks you brought to the spot, but there’s a lot of it. There’s a decent library, too. I might send you a list of the books I’m reading. You could read them too and we could talk about them. I dunno, maybe that’s a dumb idea.
Anyway, I love you. I miss you. You’re the stars.