Pen Pal From Prison

You know, it seemed too odd to even glance twice at the article, but I started reading, and as they say, the rest is history. The story was written by a female inmate who was searching for a shoulder to cry on. Someone to correspond with and not judge her for the crime she committed. She found out that her man had assaulted her sister, so she shot him, in self defense, when she confronted the man about it. Anyway, this is only the beginning. Sierra is 40ish, no kids, no husband, and not much of any kin left, so she decided to take to the net, and that’s how this article was birthed.

Below is an intro about this female:
Hello, my name is Sierra. I'm a 5'7", 135 lbs., Spanish, single 41 year old woman looking for a loving and caring man to start a friendship, and possibly more. I'll be released soon and I'm willing to relocate. Especially in the USA, because I don’t know if the immigration thing will have passed by the time I get outta here. I’m into meditation and lots of body oil. Oil is the coolest thing. I don’t even want to go there.
I enjoy romantic nights out with my man. I drink, smoke, and swear a good bit, and I love to work out. My favorite sports are bike riding, swimming, dwarf tossing, and horseshoes. I am a C.P.A., never been married, and have no children. And I have never been to college.
I am very lonely in here, so please write and ask any questions. I'm very open minded. And I’m a liberal. And I think Tree Hugging should be an Olympic Sport. However, I ain’t never seen any Virgin Mary in Chicago salt stains. And you can quote me on that.

SEX: Female RACE: Hispanic
D.O.B.: 8/21/1961
HEIGHT: 5'7" WEIGHT: 135 lbs.
EYE COLOR: Brown HAIR COLOR: Brown
CONVICTED OF: 2nd Degree Murder
LENGTH OF SENTENCE: 15 years
INCARCERATION DATE: June 1993
CURRENT RELEASE DATE: February 2008

Sierra is a very attractive lady. She just oozes, uh....cold blood? I mean, this is weird. I made a decision to correspond with a woman who killed a man, and is serving time in prison for 15 years. After writing to her for maybe a year, I can’t understand what’s going on. I mean, yea, she told me how she “blowed away” this sorry SOB, and I can’t blame her, if that’s the truth. But damn, tell me...have you ever seen a con on To Tell The Truth? Beam me up for thinking outside the box!

We continue to send mails to one another, always trying to “one-up” the other. It even became a nice little game. Something that was fun. I mean, come on....how could I not outwit a woman in prison? DUH! Afterall, I did have a captive audience. Did I not?
I hope one day, I can go and visit Sierra, and see just how lonely she really is and how ready she is to make something of her screwed up life. I see stuff like that on a daily basis. I could open a place called CrackHo’s R US and make a mint, but the payoff would not be worth it. The town is too corrupt as it is.

I’ll be the first to admit, having a relationship with a woman in prison is a heavy task. I mean, it’s not everyday you get into a relationship with someone who is, you might say, at risk! But, how do you tell someone who has to be locked up for 15 years to hang in there, and you’ll be there in 08. Sounds too political to me.

So, after a year of this back and forth stuff, we became extremely good friends. I mean we let it all hang out... except for the fact that I’d never maimed, crippled, decapitated, or killed anyone, we had lots in common. She liked water....I liked air.

Well, I have lots of stuff to decide here. I mean, a woman who drinks, smokes, swears, likes horseshoes...what’s wrong with that? Don’t know about you, but I think sleeping in a kevlar vest would be a bit uncomfortable. It’s one thing to take a date out and have her ID’d, but to have to go through a background check as well. That will take some getting used to. I also sometimes think about how long it will take her to start signing her real name again, rather than a number.

Anyway, wish me luck, because next weekend, I’m going to see her. It will be our first meeting. I would like to take her a gift, but what do you give a lady in prison? Or even a card, but I’m so afraid I’d get something so inappropriate for the moment. You think that’s a tough decision...think about having to find a motel room, and you keep asking for the motel nearest the prison. I think room service would be out of the question. Oh well, I’ll keep you posted as to what transpires.

Damn you Al Gore, and your internet!