He said, “Yeah, man, I know it may sound hard to you, but you know somethin’, Sonny? I was up in Woodburn for three years and three months, and I didn’t get one letter, man, not even around Christmastime, from my mother or my brother. It would be easier for me to take, man, if they were dead or something. I could understand that. But I’d hate to think of them being alive and couldn’t even send me a Christmas card. I don’t even want to know where they at, nothin’. I don’t want to know if they alive or not, ’cause I’m afraid they just might be.”
