DannyBoyinExile

Years ago, I was in the day room with a friend of mine that I’d known for years. In fact, he was also from Houston, and I was in the County Jail with him, years before.
We’re sitting at the table, and he’s talking to a new guy that had just arrived on the unit. As hey commenced to swapping stories, and eventually, pictures, it’s not long before the new guy shows him some photos of his girlfriend.
My friend Weirdo (names have been changed, to protect the guilty) is like, “Wait a minute – who is this?”
The guy is like, “Oh, that’s my girl.” I can’t help but pay attention, as Weirdo is like, “Your girl? This is my girl!”
The new guy thinks he’s just playing with him, so he says, “Yeah, I’ve been writing her for a few years now. We’re talking about moving in together when we get out.” Weirdo says, “Really – that’s MY girl! I already lived with her out there! In fact, she’s the codefendant on my case!”
The guy is like, “No way.” So the next time they roll the cell doors, each of them goes to their respective cells to get documentation… I couldn’t help but chime in, “I guess she’s all of our girl, because she writes me too!” Like I said, I knew both of them from the county jail, and she really did write me, though we were just friends.
Clearly she didn’t think of the new guy as a friend, because he pulled out more pictures of her, as well as sexy letters she’d written him. Surprisingly, they were laughing about it – until the guy showed Weirdo some poems she’d sent him.
He’s like, “WTF?! I wrote those poems, and sent them to her!” She merely copied them, changed the name on them, and sent them to the other guy… They eventually became good friends, in part because they had her in common, and used to tease each other about it. Weirdo would be like, “I’m the one who wrote all that stuff – it’s really me you’re in love with!” haha
We all had a good laugh about the absurdity of the situation, and it’s not like either of them were in the wrong. Sadly, I never got any sexy letters or poems from her (or him!), by the way.
What are the odds of two guys writing the same girl, then ending up on the same prison, in the same day room, and sitting at the same table with each other? Rather like the odds of hitting the lottery – but remember, somebody hits the lottery every day.
If any of you are writing to multiple inmates, make it a point to be straight up with them about it. The world can be a small place, especially in prison. Not everyone could handle the situation as well as they did, so it’s best not to wait until they’re sitting at a table together to let them know that you’re writing someone else. So says DannyBoy.