>Letters from my Jailed Deaf Dad are getting more demanding. They are filled with request after request after request. Look up this, send me that, I want more.
Here’s his latest request:
“I send you Trust Fund deposit slips if you can afford to give me some money (I will pay you back)! I’m hungry for ice cream at Commissary Store :o). Since 8 months I don’t have any money. You know that I’m very patient and old big man! Ha. But about this time I wanna ice creams.”
Yes, he is so very patient, but a man has his limits. Give the man his ice cream or else he’ll slit your throat.
I wonder if he’ll get chocolate or vanilla.