Sits down on the cold dock, the wood creeks and moans below her mixing with the crashing waves creating a solemn ambiance. She looks out into the water as the orange, crimson, and pink hues from the sunset dance across the surface and admires it’s beauty. She reaches for her flask and pulls it out of her thigh belt and untwists the cap. She holds it toward the sky “A toast to the imperfect and reckless” she murmurs and places the metal to her lips tasting the smooth vodka run along her tongue. She places the firmly places the cap back on her flask, and places the container on the dock beside her. She glances once more into the sunset before grabbing her notebook out of her purse. She places the worn pad onto her lap and pulls her pen out of the metal spine. She opens her notebook and places pen to paper.

Bedford Hills Correctional Facility
DIN:92G0618
Pamalynn James

Hey Love... Sorry it’s been so long, I’m sure you heard what went down in Harlem, so you know I had to get the fuck outta dodge. I hope you accept my apology for dippin out without giving you any notice. You are mi hermana, I wouldn’t have left so hastily if I didn’t have to. I put two hunnid on ya books, so buy somethin’ nice.
I wish I could tell u where I am right now. This place is un-fuckin-seemly. The week after I got here the gangs united (I know I thought that shit was hysterical too) and took ova the whole goddamn pig pen for like a whole weekend it was some crazy shit. The porkers out here are soft though, maybe I’ll pick up some old hobbies jaja. But I’m good for now, still have a couple g’s from the last set of business transactions. Speakin of work I gotta job! A real-live-j-o-b that I can file for taxes wit, who knew,me doin legit work . I work at a record store, it’s crazy quiet in there, don’t do shit but smoke and read. My boss is cool enough,I only met her once, otra puertorriqueña. I get some crazies in the store every now and then, but the shit is aight. I can get some recovery time there before I decide my next move.
Well amor, I must get moving. I wanted you to know I was still breathin. I appreciate everything you have done for me and I promise I’ll keep in touch.

Deszi

She rips the page out of her journal folding it several times and places it into her back pocket. She tucks her journal and pen back into her purse and stands on the dock taking in a breath of night. She bends down to pick up her flask and places it back into its holster. She turns her back to the water and strolls away.