Inmate
Three o'clock this morning. John was sitting against the front of his bed, hands on the bars, rattling them like he was a goddamned prisoner. And screaming. What was he screaming?
"My lawyer screwed me over!"
"It was dude's car! I didn't know that stuff was in the trunk!"
"I didn't have a gun! I didn't know they were going to rob the place!"
This morning Sonya and I were staggering around. John was sitting in bed, hands on the bars again, and grinning. I looked at Sonya.
"Free the River Ridge One."
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