A man who has nothing left still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved friend. In a position of utter desolution, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way - an honorable way - in such a position man can, through thoughtful contemplation of his new found beloved friend, achieve fulfillment.
My name is Larry Rush, aka, Leroy Thomas, and I'm a 47-year old African/Indian American fighting-to-prove-my-innocent Death Row Prisoner. An individualist, critical, analytical, organic-intellectual. A writer, poet, philosopher, avid chess-player, visionary, and prisoners litigator, that possesses a self-taught critical acumen, which I employ in the struggle for the freedom of both myself and other unjustly incarcerated prisoners.
I'm honest, caring, and understanding; seeking not only a pen pal, but most importantly, a friend whom I can mentally travel with upon a thousand miles of unchartered territory. Please understand that I'm not just speaking of just any kind of friendship. The friendship I'm speaking of is the only thing (besides love, nothing intended) one cannot give too much of. The friendship I'm speaking of is genuine with a firmness and discipline of its own for which there can be no substitute; it can never harm, inhibit, or spoil; it can only benefit - Mentally!!!
Or e-mail me here please put my name in your letter I share this box with several others.
