Hey man... I just read your novella on here... Fckn amazing dude. Beautifully written, I just clicked chapter after chapter. I used to write short stories and vignettes based on my own travellings as well, especially while I was also incarcerated. I did my whole 20s almost in parish jails, the worst state prisons, and the various other facilities and instutions that we find ourselves resigned into the custody of during times of despair and desperation, always for longer than expected or prepared for. I swear that as I read this story I felt a connection not only to my past experiences, but to the life I am now living day to day. Strung out, ducking the man and living in a motel that may as well be the gate to hell itself. With my pregnant fiance. Myself, my unborn innocent child and the only person in this tortured existence whom I've ever felt was my lover, my other half and my best friend equally and all at the same time. come Hell or high water.
Shes a girl from Dowigac, Michigan that stole my heart almost 6 years ago. She shares not only the experience of the life lived that I think we both are painfully familiar with judging from the work you have posted here, but also your last name. Frohwerk.
Her name is Laurel Anne. I believe you are her uncle David. The man she remembers visiting in the can with her father as a small girl.
Perhaps you are, perhaps you aren't. However that would be a hell of a coincidence, an on this path I've traveled I've found there are no such things. I only stumbled across your writings here by chance... We were discussing our families and our unborn childs future and who they might be able to know as their own history and kin. A Google search led me to some news articles about a bank robber, a lot of case law by a brilliant jail house lawyer and finally here.
If you are who I think you are, I hope you will reach back out as I have to you. If this is just a strange accident, I'm glad the universe led me into it, and I'm not sorry.
