About Me
Hi, my name is Allen, aka Tripper. I’m in federal prison and here is what I have to say. I look out the window at the tall fence with razor wire on top. I see the moon. Sometimes it’s full, sometimes it’s not. I look at it and wonder…is there someone out there looking at this very same moon at this very same moment? And then I begin to think of people, my family and friends, everyone I ever met. I wonder if they might be thinking about me at this same moment. Then suddenly loneliness overcomes me like a thick blanket and covers me. And I will look for sleep. Tomorrow I will begin a new day. The day passes ever so slowly, evening comes; the sun goes down and likewise do my spirits. Then comes mail call. The guard calls out name after name, and I am hoping someone out there may have thought about me. Maybe I’m worth being on someone’s mind. The names keep coming as I stand there listening, waiting, hoping. Then BAM! My name is called and immediately my heart and mind feel better. With the letter in my hand I rush to my cell to read it. Someone speaks to me but I am not listening. I only want to read my letter. After reading my letter I always feel better because I realize someone does think about me, even when I’m a world away. Doing time can drive a person if you let it. I realize that there are some bad men in prison today, but I for one don’t consider myself a bad person. I made a mistake. I trusted someone when I shouldn’t have and here I sit. I was a drug dealer straight out of high school that just never did learn. A product of the 70s I started smoking pot early on. And I liked it, still do. I’m easy going and open minded. I’ve been told I am an unusually sensitive and compassionate man. I don’t like people who mistreat others or small animals and I’ve been that way since I was a small child. Always took up for the underdog. If I were a wealthy person I’d probably give most of my money to the poor, needy and homeless. I love children and old people. I come from a very close family. I am the kind of person that doesn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands - I have to be able to throw something back. I make friends easily and I pride myself on being an all around good person. I’m young at heart and even though I’m 49, I don’t “feel” 49. I try to be good to everyone I meet. I read this somewhere…”People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people never forget how you made them feel”. My daily mission is to make someone feel good. It’s what I do, even in prison. I’m looking for someone. Someone “special”. Someone with whom everything just fits and feels comfortable, a woman I can bear my soul to and know there is no one else in the world that knows me like she does; a woman that is worth loving and who is capable of returning that same love, no head games no BS, no fooling around; a woman I can talk to where we’d be able to talk for hours and never run out of things to say; a woman I can bare my secrets, regrets, dreams and desires to and a woman who can absolutely take my breath away. I guess what I’m looking for is my soul mate. I’ve heard of them before…. I’d like to hear from people out there that might want to meet someone new. I’m in a federal prison in Texas far, far from home. I have no access to a computer by my own hand. Friends and family have helped me connect with a few pages out there on the web to help the lonely days pass. The lady running this page for me will update my blogs on a weekly basis, and get any comments or messages you leave for me on this page to me via snail mail. All the work on here is of my mind, but not of my own hand, as I said I have no access. If you would like to contact me directly through the United States Postal Service, send me a message and my information will be sent to you. Your support is greatly appreciated, and I look forward to getting to know you. Thanks for your time, I’m a bit long winded! Better days…Tripper
ardotheone | 
March 28, 2008 11:33 am
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