I woke up last week and realized that I've been surrounded by felons for the last twelve years. I told myself, "self", because that's what I call myself when I'm alone with myself. I said "Self, you need some new friends." I'm 6'3", physically fit and 195 pounds. I don't use drugs or alcohol. I eat vegan because prison meat is disgusting. I'm accused of inviting a dope dealer a fair opportunity to leave my neighborhood. He declined the offer, called police, now I'm doing time. When I'm not working on my appeal, I write music, play guitar and sing. I come up for parole in a few years. I like the outdoors, motorcycles, music and riding horses. I'm respectful, hardworking, loyal and funny. I'm looking for someone who is adventurous, likes music, is loyal and likes to laugh. I'm not hung up on physical attributes; black, white, green, slim, thick, short or tall; if your hair is gray or not at all, I'll return your sentiments from behind these walls.