Well, where do I begin? The fact that I am
writing this from a Mexican prision should tell
you that a lot has happened since graduation. I
don't get much information about the class of '95
here, but I did hear Kevin Woitas came out of the
closet. Good for him, I hope he has finally become
comfortable in his own skin. As for me, well,
Cancun was beautiful! That is, I guess, until the
"incident." I got busted for buying stolen cell
phones, then selling them to a couple of fourteen
year-old girls who I was having sex with. Oops!
I've spent the last 19 months here. You know how
we always asked, "When will I ever use this
information in my life." Well, I can't tell you
how often my four years of Spanish has saved my
ass. Thank you, Mrs. Hanson. One time, however, I
ended up asking for a bowl of soap, not soup. It
was quite humorous. Every day brings a new
adventure, especially in the communal shower.
OUCH! Things aren't so bad, they do have a pretty
nice computer lab, so I can keep in touch with the
news in the States. How about that election?
Weird. I am making a lot of friends and doing
quite well in the cockroach races. My 'roach,
Louis the XIV, is 27-2. (Louis the XIII died when
my roomate, Fernando, had a fit of rage. What a
poor loser) The only drawback is the 3:00 beating
with a pillowcase full of padlocks. Have to go
now, the guards are here and
