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  • December 15, 1985

    Dear Mary,
    I did it! I made parole; my release date is on Christmas can pick me up, right? If not, I'll ask Bobbie and Nicole but I'd much rather see your smiling face waiting for me outside those fucking gates. I'm so excited I can hardly sit still! Imagine it; I'll be able to hear dogs barking, church bells ringing and kids playing. I'll walk more than 500 yards without hitting an electric fence. I will eat a great meal; steak, lobster, whatever I want. And I won't have to wear those fucked-up blue shirts anymore, shhhhit......I NEVER WANT TO WEAR BLUE AGAIN! There are so many things I want to do, teach Angie how to ride her new bike, ride dirt bikes with Nick, play guitar until dawn, get a descent haircut and make love to you. It's all happening, I can hardly wait. Please pick me up at noon.
    Love you babe, Jamie

    I had excerpts from this letter rewritten in calligraphy and framed as a Christmas present for him that year, just in case he was blowing smoke...

    Jamie now cooks meth in his basement with his new wife. What a wasted life.
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