When a man sits on death row he can tell himself and his loved ones that the courts will grant him relief on his appeals, but they never do. The courts are a lie. You see this realization eventually come into the minds of all of the new guys after a while although some take longer than others. Yes ice cream would taste like ashes in my mouth. Do they not understand that my death doesn’t solve anything? Nobody is brought back, and they only transfer old grief to a new set of people. I leave now to go write my mother. I leave you in peace. Thank you for reading this. If any of you would be interested in writing me, I would welcome the correspondence as a distraction. I love hearing about normal things that can bring joy. Never underestimate the power of just writing someone here to tell them that they are not forgotten or unworthy. So even if you do not write to me maybe you can write someone else and show that person that they are still worth the effort.
Kevin Varga
Typist’s note – If you would like to write Kevin, this is the address to use:
Kevin Varga #999368
Polunsky Unit
3872 FM 350 South
Livingston, TX 77351
U.S.A
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