Dear Michelle

The man named Mike is in prison for burglary but along the way he lost control of himself. He is writing to his sister about this murder he commited in prison. Hope you enjoy it.

         April 2, 2012

Dear Michelle,

            Hello Sister, How are you doing? Right now I am an inmate at the San Quentin Prison. This year alone I have killed 30 people. I have killed inmates, correction officers, and people outside the prison walls. After I was put into prison for burglary, something inside me snapped, I started murdering people. This is one murder that I am proud of and the reason everybody honors me, except the correction officers. This happened when I brutally murdered Randy Hoyt.

            I remember the murder like it happened yesterday. It was like any other day. I was in my cell on December 2, 2008. At 0800 I went down to the mess to eat breakfast. When I came back to my cell at 0830 my book and my second pair of shoes were gone. I didn’t have any idea who took them and I was pissed big time. I took my pocket knife from inside my bed and went down to the courtyard.

            I was sitting in the courtyard with the members of my gang. I saw an inmate walking by with shoes that looked exactly like my second pair of shoes that went missing. I knew they looked like mine because the second pair of shoes I owned had yellow and purple strips on both sides of the shoes. This man was wearing those exact shoes. I have been here for over 25 years and nobody did that to their shoes, only I did. Then he had a book open and I could hear what he was reading. I instantly remembered; those were the exact same words that I wrote last night in my book before I went to bed.

            I got up from where I was sitting and walked over to him and asked him what his name was and he said, “Boy my name is Randy Hoyt. I am a legend here and you better not get on my bad side! I can tear you to pieces in a matter of minutes. I smiled and said, “What nice shoes you have. The funny thing is I have the exact same pair and they went missing today. You wouldn’t have any idea what happened to them, would you?” Before I gave him a chance to answer I took out my pocket knife and stabbed him in the heart. He was still standing, so I slit his throat open. There was blood everywhere.

            Randy Hoyt then fell to the ground, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to make sure he was dead and I was enjoying every minute of it. I got down on top of him and cut down his stomach so you can see his insides. I then reached in his stomach and took out his heart and his liver. There were other things that I took out but I can’t remember. Let’s just say there was nothing left in his stomach. Then I got off of him and cut down the middle of both of his legs and then took out the bones. Then, I worked on his face, I sliced his face open. I poked his eyeballs out and then I ate both of them. Let me tell you something they tasted really amazing. I have eaten many body parts, but those eyeballs were the best ever. I then opened his mouth and punched his teeth out with my bear hands. I was having so much fun I lost track of time.

            When I was done, I got up and I realized I was covered in blood. When I turned around inmate was staring at me and they all looked scared. Then a few minutes later, they all started clapping for me! Everybody was saying how amazing that was. You will never be replaced by anyone here.

            That is how I got my reputation here and how I am still the king today. I wanted to share that with you. I hope you hear back from you, Sis.

            Love Mike

P.S. Unlike me I hope you are staying out of trouble. It’s too late for me, but you can do what you always wanted to do. Change the world Michelle!