Capuzzo still sits in a MA jail and writes us the following letters. You can send him mail online via mail-to-jail. Here are past Capuzzo posts.
Letter #7 from late February:
The eight month mark is closing in. In some ways, the time has flown by. At the same time, time has seemed to stand at a still. In either case, NH still seems a long ways away. I know the cases here in MA will be done soon, but after eight months of being dicked around by the court system, it just feels endless.
I often wonder if they realize that they are toying with a man’s life. I don’t think they understand just how this kind of shit affects a person mentally, especially after long periods of time. It’s not easy, for me at least, to integrate back into a functioning society after a time. I’ve even been at the point where I didn’t want to go home because it has become natural feeling to be inside the walls.
I won’t let that happen this time, though. I refuse to let them win this time. This is not my nature anymore. I bring this up because I’ve noticed that lately, every time I’m on the edge of giving up, someone pounds it into my head that I can’t give up. Whether it’s a letter from a friend, my mom, or the one person I’ve met here that I call a friend, they always seem to catch me at the right time and not even know it.
As easy as it is to feel uncared for, unloved, and forgotten, I’m still pushing through. I know that none of the above is true and there have been a few people that make sure I don’t forget it.
Now that that shit is out of the way in my line of thoughts, I can move on to something else.
People send me a good amount of MailtoJail sporadically. Most don’t have a return address so I can’t reply back, and some that do have a return address yet returned to me because the name given isn’t on the mailbox. So I’ll answer the most commonly asked question now. The question is, what I do with my time.
Every day is typically the same. I read the Greenfield newspaper, do the crossword puzzle in it, do an hour of cardio, read, work out, read more, play a couple games of Pitch 95 and watch either basketball or hockey. Now and then I’ll play Spades, but that’s only when I feel like gambling, which isn’t very often. I’ll also play Cribbage, but the guy I always played with went home. I was playing Scrabble, but not many people enjoy that game, surprisingly.
That is my typical day. I go through 4-5 books a week, but my concentration has been going more and more and I’ve been reading less and thinking more.
That’s about all for now. Thanks to those who were at my last court date. Next one is 4/1/11.
Your friend in life and liberty,
Edward Dantez
Letter #8 from 3/6/11:
I’m pretty sure that this will be my last posted letter from jail. My motivation is long gone. I believe the letter to Chicken Little was the last one I was able to put my heart into, and that was a good while ago.
I’ve even had a hard time with personal letters lately.
I’ve hit a wall. Took a bit to get there, but it finally happened.
I look forward to seeing you all when I make my way out. Shouldn’t be more than a few months now.
Your friend in life and liberty,
Edward Dantez
