May 7, 2015
Dear diary,
First day on the job with my brand new van and I just loaded it full of packages and bins full of mail. My first stop is my uncle’s house which is 7 blocks away from the largest apartment for miles. My uncle is always giving me snacks and drinks to last me through my route, in which half of it I have to walk. But anyway my second stop is this young family with four kids they get a large wooden container everyday full of fresh fruits and vegetables. Then the worst house of all “The Pit”. It’s called the pit cause all the animals around dig up this man’s yard and it stinks really bad , the hole has to be 20 feet deep by 50 foot wide and this has been done in less than a month. Each and every time I pass this house there are at least 20-30 animals at work digging. As I walk up to the door an old man walks out and is holding a pipe in hand and always says “well D**N its getting bigger every day” and I don’t know if he was talking about  the hole or his beard cause they were both abnormally large but I’ll keep that to myself. Last but not least the apartment where I deliver at least 2 packages a day to this young man who is always in and out of the building.
May 15, 2015
Dear diary,
This day started off with a boom, I was walking into the house of my uncle and he was not there and I realized I would not have any snacks today. Next, the family of four was waiting for their package as normal. Then I walk in to the apartment and there are several boxes that I have delivered over the last week and none of them have moved they are in the exact spot I dropped them off. I was on my way out when I heard a crash in the room I knocked as loud as I could trying to get a response. As I looked at the door it looked to be battered with and a little dented. I grasped the handle and turned it very slowly and pushed the door it didn’t budge I then realized I turned it the wrong direction. I took a deep breath and stepped back, as my hand touched the door I felt the goose bumps traveled up my arm and down my leg just as if you landed in an ant pile. So I turn the handle the right way and pushed it open very slowly and saw the  man’s body (the guy from earlier with the pipe) lying on the ground with no head an smells like he has been dead for a while, this must be the reason the all boxes were outside the past week and I haven’t seen the young man lately. As I walk over to the body I hit my head on a head that is hanging from the ceiling. I then decide this is a scene that I need to call the cops for. As they arrive I am leaving and I am now there main suspect. Okay!
May 20, 2015
Dear diary,
As I’m sitting in the mail room I hear sirens getting closer and closer, BAMMM!! The door is slammed open and swat team enters the room. I was then taken to the floor and had handcuffs put on me with extreme force, “I swear you have the wrong person” I said. Later that day they took me to a room with tons of open packages, those packages are the ones I delivered? Police asked me “why were you delivering all that s*** to this old man”? I had no idea what they were talking about and then they showed me boxes on boxes of highly concentrated heroin they said that there was 200 packages that totaled 100 pounds that totaled to a fixed price of 10 million dollars. I had no alibi to say that I had no connection, I was just the mailman delivering the packages.
January 20, 2017
Dear last diary entry
I have been in jail for about two whole years and I’m finally getting released on the fact they caught the real guy. The guy looked so familiar when I saw him but he had a beard and then it hit me he was the guy always in and out of the apartment.