I am writing a letter to the man in prison whose photos I turned in. He was granted parole and it feels like it is time. https://twitter.com/hahnscratch/status/1214385341899005952

I've wanted to write him for a number of years but I avoided it for a number of reasons, one of which was that I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason I felt the need to write him.

I still can't pinpoint a reason, but that no longer feels like a reasonable justification for avoiding it. The fact of the matter is, I wish him well and I wanted to tell him that.

I know there are folks in the world who would be angry to know that I wish him well, despite everything. But I just can't let other people's anger define how I go about in the world - even if their anger is justified.

For better or for worse, our journeys became inexplicably tied together the night I stole his safe. We have never met. Never spoken. Nonetheless, both of our lives changed dramatically that night.

The fact of the matter is - the bulk of society will be wishing harm and suffering upon him for the crimes he committed. He needs to know that there are people outside of his family that want him to succeed, to find peace, to find healing.