6 weeks out of prison
12/28/26 <-DATE WRITTEN
Okay… I’m back. I meant to send my last update a week ago. My bad.
So I’ll just say it like this…
Things are still moving fast.
And now I have something new to share.
I’m starting a blog. I already bought the domain. I have the name and the tagline:
Cell to Self
Life, Rewritten in Real Time
And one of the series is going to be these letters… to YOU!!!
MY FIRST WEEK OF WORK went great… just not how I expected.
There was no electricity in the portable office, so I spent the entire week riding around in my boss’s truck. We visited the welders, talked through steel erection and fabrication, and I asked a million questions.
He shared a lot about his life. I answered mostly yes or no. He has no idea what my backstory is, so I kept it simple.
Also… I wish I had a picture to send you. This man is fine.
Like… rugged outdoors man meets Calvin Klein model. Perfect teeth. Blue eyes. Surfer hair. In good shape. VERY single. Made sure I knew that on day one.
And there I am, sitting next to him thinking:
Please don’t Google me. Please don’t Google me. Please don’t Google me.
He couldn’t get a flight home for Christmas, so I suggested he go to the Keys. He loved the idea.
Said he might come back married.
Honestly… I was just relieved he wouldn’t be bored in a town where he knows no one and decide to Google me.
I still have this fear that I’m going to show up to work one day and be asked to leave.
But the truth is… I think eventually, I’ll tell him.
Not everything. But enough.
Because we actually get along really well. The banter is there. The sarcasm. The quick wit. It’s easy.
And from what he’s shared about his own past… I don’t think he would judge me the way I’m afraid of.
I just want to prove my value first.
Before I start saying things like:
“I need child support taken out of my check.”
“I need a letter to get my driver’s license back.”
“Oh, and by the way… I’m on probation.”
QUICK LIFE UPDATE…
I am seeing the Tesla guy again, with my sponsor’s guidance.
We’ve hung out 5 or 6 times. The fourth time, I finally let him kiss me.
That’s it.
I am moving slow. As slow as possible.
He has four years clean, a good job, and he’s very self-aware.
So… we’ll see.
AND FINALLY…
I went to the beach for the first time since I’ve been out.
It was an AA meeting on Sanibel.
I put my feet in the sand. Let the water move over them. Sat in the sun reflecting off the ocean. Breathed. Listened.
And for a moment…
everything felt still.
WHAT ELSE?
I know I’m forgetting things.
But I’ll write more soon.
Love you.