Conversation #028

Jim got arrested last night — grand theft and possession of a controlled substance.

Shit.

I know. Shit.

The guy at the jail said I could write him a letter so he knows to put me on his visitors list.

They wouldn’t let me have any visitors.

What? Why?

I don’t know.

Well, what do you think I should take to him? What will he need in there?

[Sigh] I don’t want to talk about it.

No, I mean did you wish you had something like magazines, books or something?

Underwear. They wouldn’t even let someone bring me new underwear.

Oh.

It would have been kick ass to have some fresh underwear.