Oh, he writes cursive. He writes better than I do. He's been practicing a lot. Because I can write cursive, but I can't write it like this. You want me to read it out loud? Do you mind? No, I don't mind. Okay, go for it. It's just a little nervous. I know. All right. Dear Justin, I was told that you were going to write me. I guess it's kind of hard for you. We really don't know each other. I would like to get to know you better. I know it's hard for you not knowing what to say. I don't know what you have heard about me, but if you want to ask me something, anything, You are a grown man, and I won't lie to you. There's a lot of stuff I did growing up, and I hate myself for those things. I hurt your mother, the only woman to ever love me, and I hurt my family. I'm 54 years old now. I have done a lot of thinking since I've been locked up. I gave my whole life away for nothing, but it cost me everything that I love. I don't know how your mother feels about me these days. He still thinks about my mom still. Yeah, he does. Justin, I'm sorry for not being there for you. I know what it is like growing up with no father around. I can't change the time. If I could, then we would still be a family now. That makes me happy, too, because he wants to. You know what I mean? He's not a monster. I have heard that you have a son that his name is Val, and his tears old mr king has told me that he uh visit with you without yeah at a playground he told me he told me how you were playing without and how um the two of you were having fun i'm glad that you spent time with your son it makes me so happy to hear about that the two