e a river and has a ramp that goes down, but the river has relatively few places to exit because in that town the river is in a steep valley. On his dock we found a pair of soaked jeans, heavt-duty pliers, and a worn down prison ID card that hadn't expired yet. We took a few pictures, inspected the property to make sure he had left, and called the police to let them know the guy had escaped. We never heard back from the police or saw it on the news so I forgot about it after a while.

About a year ago I saw the picture of his ID card while clearing up space on my computer. I looked up the inmate's name online and saw he had passed away a few years back at the age of 45 with no living relatives. He had been back to jail since we found the ID and had been in and out of jail for drug use and possession since a few years before we found the ID card.

I thought it was hilarious at 18 when we found the ID card and he looked zoned out in the picture but now I just feel sympathy for him and his family. He was in and out of jail for 20 years and I assume died very early for not being able to beat an addiction that many of us have friends or loved ones struggling with.