Unemployed? No need to be. America’s Prison Industry is growing like a cinder block fungus across The Land of the Free (on bail). The Prison Industrial Group (NYSE: PIG) is looking to fill secure positions on all levels, no diploma necessary. One guy in the belly beasting is my man Mr. B, who teaches English to incarcerated scarface jrs. in an outer borough. Mr B chanced upon our Love Letter project, moved it into captivity, and called it “A Kite For You”. The kite is a communique between captives, sometimes facilitated by a CO or cellie, so needless to say our brick valentines hit the inmates square on the heart. They made their own yearning burners and posted them in the common areas to call and get response .  We hoped that the Love Letter would inspire someone to do something, but we were devastated to see the desperate dig their own diamonds out of despair. Mr. B invited us to continue the Letter in the  jail gym, so in 3 (too short) days we delivered the message that Love exists for you, even if you have been rotting in solitary since birth. The proof of this is in the air we share, that goes from the cells to the avenues to the couples on an ocean cruise every breath that keeps us alive is love, from who is your business. The Letter is the kite we delivered on the concrete, 3-4 of us going for broke for days getting paid only in the feeling of being in but not an inmate (totally fair). Finally The Future is coming, good bad boring happy or sad (or ALL OF THE ABOVE) its coming like the train rolling past your window. Either youre on it or youre under it. Hopefully I’ll see you onboard and we’ll sit and look at the sights.