OUT OF CONTROL.
Okay so I am back on an upswing of mania- which means tonight I will start the clonopin regimen again until I calm down again.
Totally necessary… as I cannot seem to concentrate on anything other than my racing thoughts.
So this week, my friend Geoffrey asked me to help him track down an old friend of ours from junior high/ high school.
I had to track down other friends to get the scoop- which drug in a bit of awkwardness and well…
some reflection on my part.
Some awkward conversation with an old situation.
Anyway- turns out my old friend is still in prison. So I wrote him a letter today to let him know we were looking for him and to write me back. Part of me imagines him being excited to get the letter- another part thinks maybe he might be offended that after so many years I expect him to reciprocate the communication. I think the former is more likely.
After finding him- and his tentative release date being in 2010-
I looked up some other notables from my past and found another friend who is not eligible for parole until 2019.
(I happen to know that he is innocent, so unfortunately for him he is serving time possibly until 2034 for something he did not do)
I have two other friends who have been incarcerated (one was in three different times but is finally out and back on his feet).
It makes me wonder how all of this stuff happens- and why I know that many people with rap sheets.
I just hope that when my friend gets out in 2010- that he STAYS OUT!!!!
did I mention that it’s entirely possible that I am related to this friend?
That’s a whole other post entirely.
