Joseph S. Wharton
#292909
Washington State Reformatory
PO Box 777
Monroe, WA 98272
Nickname: Warthog
Age: 42
DOB: 01/10/1963
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 165
Eye Colour: Hazel
Hair Colour: Brown
Race: White / Native American
Custody Date:
Offences: Auto Theft
2nd Degree Burglary
2nd Degree Robbery
Sentence: Life (3 Strikes Rule)
Parole Eligibility Date: n/a
Maximum Release Date: n/a
Page Listed: 01/30/2005
Seeking: Female, Friends
Hobbies: Exercise, Weights, Light Running, Handball, Softball. I enjoy Drawing, Action Reads, Beading, Poetry, Movies, and Comedy. Skin Art, Listening to Vintage Rock and Country. Cruz'in nice Muscle Cars and Harleys. Snow Skiing or Boarding. Spring and Summer Hiking, Camping, Fishing, Swap Meets, Collecting Stuff. Computer Games, Riding Dirt Bikes and 4 x 4s. Outdoor Cooking. Building Things. Swimming in the River. . . Laying on the Ocean's Shore. Star Gazing, Mud Football, People Watching, Hot Tubbing, Fried Egg Sandwiches w/ Bacon in Front of a Really Good Movie, Eating Chunky Monkey Ice Cream w/ a friend, and practicing with good kissers.
Dreams and/or Wishes: I'd one day like to bond my life to someone that wants to be loved and feel real love and true friendship. To share the things I've never known, like a quiet simple life in a quiet place. I'd wish for riches, but, content with keeping good health and quality friends for life. I dream of the Rocky Mountains and a little land with a small home, old truck, ugly dog, and good solid lady to share life with. To dream of riding a thunder machine under the stars at midnight with my lady's legs and arms holding on. to dream to live long and be free the rest of my days and to enjoy all the friends I may ever know along the way. Might even consider getting hitched someday to a bright eyed girl that's sassy and has a killer smile. . . plenty of go. . . lots of unique style. . . I'm a dreamer at heart. Wishing on every falling star.
A bit about yourself you'd like the pen pals to know: I'm from the Seattle Area. Not a criminal, but I've had problems with addiction. In my time I've come to be a better man and take nothing for granted. Become more of a giver of myself. Cut loose of yesteryear and all it entitled as a new beginning has my focus and attention. I'm not a creep, sniveller, or some cheap hustler. Still have a lot left of who I am. Unselfish, not a self seeker, taker, abuser, or user. Today, I am drug and booze free and like it much better as it sure caused a lot of heartache. My current situation could soon change as my crime is looking to be taken off the strikeable crime list within the state legislature. I'm good at responding to letters ASAP and welcome all photos (non-Polaroid's). If you're between 25 - 50 and would like to erase this loneliness, please write. Would be a nice change to spawn new beginnings with those with the time to sit in the shade and just talk of life and better things to come.
"Stumbling On River Rock"
Why are the deepest Valleys full of river rock that leave us
stumbling like drunkards on an uphill grade. . . When your legs
get so tired you often find yourself Begging for a rest. . . But
you know you have to keep going On even when there's a flash
flood of tears and you're trying to do your Very Best. . .
Then for a quiet moment in time you've tracked the shadow into
a Cold Damp Cave and you know you must seal it; or you will
forever live in the anger. . . remorse. . . and guilt like a no
named slave. . .
A man is only a Man, be it of faith or that of a wanderer, but
no man Can Carry such a Heavy Cross the longest mile; before
it eventually takes away his will to keep striving on. For the
Hunger for life will drive him to madness and despair. . . that
would be Cheating the purpose of living, making all foul play
fair.
Some are strong, while others invisibly weak. . . Both Vulnerable to
losing their rightful Place. . . While in Ones passing, we all
Believe in "another time in Another place" but time is a gift
and there's never a need to be in a race. Love freely and Know of
Joy, Never Cheat yourself of a hard Laugh or a solemn Quiet
memorable smile because he knows that to just lay down Wouldn't
Be his Fathers Style.
There's just so many obstacles on this sharp and merciless path
of river rock under Ones feet. . . and though it may sometimes
feel like the impossible. . . you know how to survive and like a
fighter you will never Accept Defeat. . . He lives in you and still
sees the Beauty through your eyes.
He is the Wind through the trees. . . He is the Morning Chill mixed
in a dry Breeze. . . He is the Bless others wish for you each time
your heart misses a Beat with a refreshing sneeze and Most of all
he is the love that will always be; so may it set your soul at
Ease.
If we all Knew the answers then where would we be able to obtain
our own faith and inner Beliefs. . . there is a reason for all that
Comes and all that fades; sometimes an entire lifetime left
Untold. . . all the "whys". . . But it's all a test. . . not Only in
strength of love but in Our strength to Endure the Greatest
Challenge of all. . . Life as we Know it, and try to understand it.
For a Friend
Written for a friend that lost his only son in a tragic accident. . .
He needed Closure
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