I just heard the news. He's in prison again, the poor kid. And what for this time? He stole a guy's wallet. He just needed the money for food. He's a nice kid. I just wish that he'd let somebody help him. He's so stubborn. He insists on doing everything by himself. He's too inexperienced to get a job and too stubborn to accept money. And that family of his isn't going to help him. He and I have been, well, going around together for three years. I still remember that day, right after I first met him, that he brought me some flowers. I found out later that he stole them. I didn't know what to think. Now I understand him better. I hope the judge goes easy on him. I hope he realizes that the poor kid can't help it. But now he's in prison. I've known him for three years, and he's been in jail four times. You know, I really miss him. Sometimes I get over to the jailhouse to bring him things. He always grumbles thanks as if he doesn't want or need my gifts. I don't take him too seriously. I know what he wants. He wants to make it on his own to show his family he can do it. Deep down inside, I know he can!