Brains!

It's been a while...i'm finding i am in another writing hole. I want to write i just have nothing to write about. And when i force myself everything that comes out is shite. I suppose i could be utterly boring and write about what's going on in my life. Well there's a little tib bit i could share:
I write to a lifer at Pelican Bay state prison through a program on campus. I have not recieved any correspondance back; i grow increasingly anxious about it everyday. His introductory letter was not what i expected, only because i had no what to expect from an inmate. I think secretly deep down i thought it would say stuff about killingand raping people. Rather the letter was eloquent and the hand writing superb. Goes to show how deep stereotyping runs.