Being a writer, I asked my ride-share client
“Do you read novels?”
“Yeah, but I don’t have time. Because of my job at Reader’s Digest I actually read more short stories than novels.”
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And here’s another A to B to C connection, otherwise known as a coincidence.
You see, I went to the gas station and noticed my friend’s ex-husband there.
My friend had escaped her first marriage (with this guy). Their union ended in domestic violence.
And a few years later, she found a penpal site, and wrote to an inmate who was orinally from Puerto Rico.
(There may be more married men in prison than on the outside)
After a few months of exchanging back-and-forth emails, she moved from Minnesota to be with him.
Eventually, they married and she’s still there till this day. I bring this up because during a ride-share I asked my client if he knew anyone in prison,(while thinking about my friend) and he said:
“Yeah, my cousin. He shot his girlfriend’s brother. Serves him right for being so dumb.”
“Oh, yeah..” I said, “Well, I ask because my friend married a stranger who was in prison.”
Later that day, I picked up someone who said they went to prison for sixteen years for selling drugs and stealing cars.
“That’s so young!” I exclaimed.
“I was clean for twenty-six years and then went to back to prison for selling drugs again.”
