Death Row is where I am. If I ever needed a friend that time is now. There are no phone calls allowed here and I never get any visits. So getting mail is my only way to stay in touch with the outside world and is about the only thing I have to look forward to. So I hope you will take time to write me and maybe we can become friends. Just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm a bad person. Sometimes good men make mistakes also. It only takes one wrong turn at the crossroads to get lost down a dead end road. I'm not only lost but my car has broken down and I have no tools to fix it with. There is no other place like Death Row and there are no words to describe the lonely feelings I get being here. To be placed in a small cell like a wild animal while waiting for Dr. Death to call my name is a punishment straight from hell. Being here has made me aware of how much certain things meant that I never noticed before. Like holding my sister's baby and to see it smile up at me while it squeezes my finger with its tiny hand. Or the feel of a soft warm body in my arms and the sweet smell of her perfume and so many other things that I now know how much they are worth. I hope these words will help you to see how much this lonely man needs a friend and hope you will write me. I'm 38 years old, 6'1", 225 lbs., Dark hair, Blue-green eyes. I was raised on a farm in the hills of Kentucky. I love walking in the woods in the rain or heari
ng the rain on a tin roof, it has a special effect on me. I'm a soft hearted person, I sometimes cry from a sad movie. I'm here for fighting a man, his friend tried to stab me and missed and killed the man I was fighting with plus a bad public defender = death row.
Allen Cox 188854
Union Correctional Institution
7819 NW 228th Street