A letter from Daniel Carter


Howdy,

So you want me to tell you my story eh?

When I said eh, I wasn’t thinking, but anyway.

I’m going to try and sum this up as short as I can ‘cause I always hate sending a lot of stuff ‘cause I forget what I just read.

In my Uncle’s twisted, sick, deluded own way he was doing what he thought best but you could say the same thing about Hitler.  But I don’t know all that my Uncle was thinking at the time and I don’t want to assume it.   I know personally how drugs can alter your mind lots become right and ups become down.  I only don’t know what to say because all I got from my Uncle was drug induced rage but there could be another side to him that only exists in memories.

I used to feel responsible for his death but now I have to realize differently.  But like I said I don’t know what to say but I do have a question.  Where’s all those defending our rights?   What is America doing?  Defending itself.  Something that should have been so simple got so confusing but I didn’t do terrorism, this is wicked stuff.  I want to turn my life around.  I want to finish school, get a job, go to college.  I have plans now, I never had these before.  Jail will make you think, it’s special.   You said something about being interested in prison life stories?

Well 9 out of 10 kids will think it’s a bunch of BS but I guess if you get through to that one kid it’s all been worth it.

Well if you have any questions I could answer I’d be glad to. 

Peace, Love, Empathy

Daniel

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