Frankie from Seminole

Last Friday I was mortified to get a letter from an  incarcerated heroin dealer. He was looking for someone else that use to live with me, but asked me if I would also please  to him. At first I was pissed he had my address & I threw the beautifully handwritten letter away. I looked him up on the Florida inmate website. Don't ask me how I became so savvy...lol....He looks like most white dude inmates.He is bald with tons of tattoos.The tattoos are not of white supremacy, but of peacocks, the Pink Panther, his daughter & fluffy clouds...I got to thinking what got him there? What was his childhood like? Did he come from an abusive home? Did he not spend summers with his best friend by the pool sipping "sweaty pinks" aka Tabs? When he was depressed, did his Grammy take him to the Espana for a Monte Cristo? What if he had a crappy orthodontist ? Can he foxtrot or ride a horse? Did he take the number 7 bus instead of the 21? Everyone knows how traumatizing the number 7 could be, not to mention the terminal!! I still don't know if I am going to write him, I doubt it but I know one thing, I had it pretty good, not perfect but pretty darn good..I'm not going to judge him but if he shows up at my house I am calling the Sheriff ...I'm compassionate not stupid.