I'm not sure who will read this or how I could set myself apart from all the other faces and people you've access to.
But the thought of possibilities is a welcomed relief from the every day demands of my reality. Being bound and chained to this place already has the deck stacked against me. That and trying to compete with technologys instant gratifications makes writing a letter to a man like me seem like an act of the Stone Age. I can't blame a woman for thinking that. I just think people would be surprised what they could find if they slowed down some. Not a lot. Just a little bit.
I'm 29, 6'1", 220 pounds, brown eyes and hair. Don't think I'm an ugly guy but that could be debatable. In my photo I was looking at the camera guy so I look all crazy so don't mind that. Ha Ha. My body is covered in tattoos, but what I offer and who I am is deeper then skin. My imperfections can be seen with a click of a button. What can't is the story behind the eyes. I guess that's the point. I've been hidden here most of my adult life and hardly anybody truly knows me outside this place. Neither do I really know anybody. This is my way of doing something about it.
For me a letter is my way to escape this place. So many these days use words to manipulate and deceive. But words shape and bring to life who I am for somebody to see. They are one of the only things that can't be taken from me. I'm loyal beyond the fall to them. We all have thoughts, opinions and emotions. I'm not asking for much, only some of your time. Allowing a place to be ourselves and talk without any pressure or judgments. Because the prison in our minds can be the worst of them all. A living diary will always talk back. One that holds things like honesty, trust and loyalty above most everything.
I'm not sure I did this right but I've always been a very raw and uncut kind of man. Plus I wouldn't waste this gift to myself and being formal. I don't care about appealing to everybody but more that one person. One who could see me in this and maybe even some of herself. I'd like to know who you are and maybe even get a couple of photos to put a face with the words. If you're second-guessing writing me but felt something while reading I must encourage you to write and not overthink. You won't regret knowing me. If not, well time will keep moving and I will be home in a couple years. Well, back into the fog I go. Until next time.
Scottie Lambert # B85894
Menard Correctional Center
P O Box 1000
Menard, IL 62259 USA
Ad Start: 02-21-19