Truth VS Lies

Andrew Lupton aka 'Lunchbox or Box' South Carolina Drug Dealer who decided to encourage Travis toxic, meth fuelled behaviour 2025/2026.

"I wrote to Travis a dozen times reminding him he is Special, Matters and is Loved. He wrote back to me; I never received these letters. AWP not passing them on, or Berkley County Detention Centre – one of the two. My bet is AWP kept the letters addressed to the prison as upon release the letters sent to my post box in my hometown were waiting for me.

Prison takes those senses away - self-worth. Especially when you're not that bad, just badass. I can never adequately describe what it is between us. We drive each other crazy, it's weird. Our minds are close. We reflect each other’s ideas and tastes but not morals and ethics. My soul mate but not my life mate is how I feel in this moment. Solicitous with him, listening and talking him through his demons even though I have my own. Feeling always, a lack of support. Travis is committed to his interpretation of the cause, hindsight always left me feeling he wasn't devoted to us, so neither was I.

We were hopelessly dependant on each other and our foaming-at-the-mouth furious love, magic. The rockstar making of our dramatic demise. We hadn't attained it - marriage, but we went for it. Travis always pushed me higher which was exhausting yet I needed him to do that. I needed him in my life for our-time, not a lifetime. I refused to cop half-baked commitment, he refused to see I was the highway, not the rolling wheels. In different countries we lived our versions of the rockstar life - indulging in excesses. I binge drink and smoke pot as a past time. Smoking pot all day and all night at times. On the other side of the world Travis would drink and smoke, drop pills, do mushrooms, trip, snort, all without much second thought as he described it. I party but I am disciplined, productive, studious. The reality of us, me in the USA, was what caved in our love for me. Travis is rock'n'roll - metal, there is no room for my princess - though he believed there was, I know better. I know me. Demanding, possessive, obsessive, dramatic, diva - Demanding devoted attention always. Absence does not make the heart grow fonder in my mind. I am too practical for that - too sensible, too organised, too calculated, too emotionally intelligent. I could see the writing on the wall as flying to the USA came to mind. My dream Barbwire Noose® a reality - All I truly longed for, my 'One Love'. By the end of 2024, everything else, everyone else kind of faded away. I imploded, deader than ever inside. Yet I persisted."

EXTRACTS OF POLITICAL PRISONER #192703 Sent to Travis prior to his release November 2025. The truth is, Travis didn't respect anyone enough to tell the truth. His lack of respect for himself reflected his level of communication with others. The facts that he spent the month of December pretending to be financially redundant to use the favour of those whom he met in Berkley County Detention Centre as opposed to trying to move forward from a 4.5 year prison stint after hitting his own Mother, said everything I needed confirmed by a person that knew better. That's when I said Goodbye for Forever.

Prison: a place filled with emotions threats and war like conflict on the surface that is usually followed by smiles hugs and union-ship. The power of collective suffering. A euphoric and toxic mix of excitement, boredom, anonymity, recognizability, loneliness, oppression dehumanisation and compassion. My situation further emotionally complicated by a long-distance union with my ex-fiancé (Travis Paul Enmon; DOB 16JAN1989), a long-distance ex-boyfriend who I also loved and career prospects falling at the wayside to feed a government cover up of sex crimes. Rob Lowe sums up the emotive wave I felt well - “I’m trying to assimilate all of the information, experiences and lessons that are hitting me every day like crashing waves. I have made it to this point in life on instinct and hard work.” The stories of my life – story of my life. Anything But Ordinary. I related to this Rob Lowe (Book: Stories I Only Tell My Friends) quote also – “I am on the cusp of something, and I feel a mixture of emotions: I’m proud, scared, cocky, insecure, anxious, and confident, all at once.” I had worked So hard to get to this pivotal point in my life and my brands prospects. An emotional overload, I can’t say I didn’t wish for less pressure and lower expectations as I also felt the walls of confinement/isolation around me. Alas having enough success to keep chasing my fashion dream over the years, in my darkest moments inevitable success was not enough to ensure the career in concrete. Hard work pays off – yes, jail for activism is common, but jail due to a defamatory character assassination and emotional distress to cause the refuge of suicide – that’s hard work to want to strive, survive, thrive after enduring. Freedom, Investments and International prospects guaranteed my fashion dream only, not my life. Simple, honest persistence with little self-pity the only way forward from a degrading and humiliating incarceration tort. ‘It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is most adaptable to change.’

I had to instantly learn to readapt to life after incarceration, like a bull at a gate with little motivation.