DC#015694
Florida State Prison
7819 N.W. 228th Street
Railford, Florida 32026-1000
Dear Frank,
It’s 2 and a half weeks until we get to see each other again. The day is coloured in in orange highlighter and circled in black pen in three big circles. Every day that I tick off is a day closer to you and another day to keep living for that reason. I just stare out the windoe and try to remember the feel of your hands on my chest and your lips against mine. I replay it in my head every day and try to remember every single detail. The sounds you make and the way your tattoos move when I kiss that spot on your neck.
I need you so much.
As for Florida, I can’t really complain. It’s difficult to find a job. Nobody will really hire me at the moment. And I’m trying to lay low. The last thing I really need is people finding where I am and bombarding me again. Though news of your rehabilitation has spread, and, I’m not sure if you’ve been told, but there are fans protesting outside the prison. I can see them every day with their placards. They’re calling it censorship. I guess it’s true in a way. It’d be like taking the Bible and turning it into something else.
But I know you’re strong, and I know you can fight. The fact that you realise that Dr Noble is making you think this way is a huge thing. Your art was not terrible, or horrible. Frank, just remember that you gave those people the purest moments of their lives. Their last moments were true and real and nobody else can say that. Everyone plans out their last words so they have a legacy. Even death is influenced by the media. Even death is commercialised and a drama. You helped those people. You took them away from what they tried to be and made them real and pure. Just remember your message. Remember your message, Frank and you’ll be fine.
The friends and family might not be able to understand just yet, but they will in time.
In other news, I find I quite like alligator. It’s different. It’s like denser than chicken and more chickeny actually. It’s like, super-chicken. I don’t know if you remember but one of the askers from the Talk Show recommended that I watch Queer as Folk. Seeing as I’m laying low and don’t go out much, I’ve bought the first season to give it a try. I’ll let you know if it’s any good. And maybe you can request it for whatever reason. But to be fair, I’m sure you’ll just be watching it for the sexy parts.
I’ve been painting. Not canvases or paper, but my walls. I thought “this is my apartment, I’m going to make it mine!” So I bought some paints, and my walls are now an homage to you. I was half tempted to paint you on the wall so I could sit next to you. Pathetic, I know. But I can just feel myself getting more and more desperate.
Counting down the days.
16.
Gee
xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
