Dear Fellas. I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw an automobile once when I was a kid, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called the Brewer, and a job bagging groceries at the Food-Way. It's hard work. I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes after work I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doing okay and making new friends. I have trouble sleeping at night. I have -- bad dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Food-Way, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense anymore. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me.

11/5/2010 1:23:17 PM

That's one of the saddest sequences ever committed to film.

11/5/2010 1:24:49 PM

He was so bad at bagging groceries. Shame.

11/5/2010 1:29:10 PM

He sure knew how to shank people.

11/5/2010 1:30:14 PM

^^^ I know man. I still can't believe he hung himself.

11/5/2010 2:07:15 PM

11/5/2010 2:24:42 PM

Forty years I've been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so. There's a harsh truth to face: no way I'm gonna make it on the outside. All I do anymore is think of ways to break my parole so maybe they'd send me back. Terrible thing, to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time. Only one thing stops me - a promise I made to Andy.

11/5/2010 2:36:37 PM

Forty years I've been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so. There's a harsh truth to face: no way I'm gonna make it on the outside. All I do anymore is think of ways to break my parole so maybe they'd send me back. Terrible thing, to live in fear. Brooks Hatlen knew it. Knew it all too well. All I want is to be back where things make sense. Where I won't have to be afraid all the time. Only one thing stops me - a promise I made to Andy.

11/5/2010 2:36:37 PM

poor Jake

11/5/2010 2:37:41 PM

I, too, have seen Shawshank Redemption

11/5/2010 2:37:46 PM

11/5/2010 2:42:44 PM

I want him found, now! Not after breakfast. Not after CSI. Now! God I'm so angry I could throw a rock at that poster of David Cassidy.

11/5/2010 2:44:33 PM