Jesus she looks like Gail，same color hair, the way she dances. I met Gail many years before, I went into the joint, she was this dancer, this artistic ballet-type was gonna be a big Broadway star. I guess she fell in love, me too. I swore I’d never break her heart, but, you know, things happen. I miss you Gail. When you are in the joint, you spend all your time dopin’ out who you’re, gonna see the first day you’re out, the second day, the third. But then you get out, everybody’s got a different face than you remember. Maybe you do to. You pray for one face that didn’t change, one face still knows you, looks at you the same way it always did.
I loved my father, I swore I would never be a man like him, but I loved him and he was in danger. What could I do? And now I’m losing you, I lost you anyway. You’re gone…and it was all for nothing.
Sorry, baby. I tried the best I could, honest. Can’t come with me on this trip, though.