Click to enlargenMy ex-girl wrote this letter to me as she sat in a cell across the hall at the county jail. We had only been locked up for about a week, but the level of misery we experienced is nearly impossible to describe. After almost one year of waiting to go to trial, she sold me out to save herself from other legal infractions she’d incurred. We developed ill will toward one another and I haven’t heard from her in about five years. Anyhow, the following is unedited and just a glimpse into what type of shit you go through when you get caught with a lot of drugs.
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