What can I say, when you're somebody's cell-mate in the punitentiary for two years, you become close, but what I really appreciate is all the hijinks we got up to during our yearly reunions, though come to think of it, most of the time we ended up passed out behind bars.
But there was the time we went looking for some young girls to go fishing with us -- trawling for jail-bait.
And there was that little Taiwanese house-boy that used to chauffer you around in the limo. Do you remember the time I was trying to get you to go to dinner, and you didn't really want to go, and he kept trying to cover for you in his pidgeon english, saying "In car sir ate, In car sir ate".
And the time in Zimbabwe when there was a price-on our heads?
Then there was your friend Albert, the one with the cat that you always pestered. It was like every day was Al-cat-raz day for you.
I would go on, but I think you'd probably start refusing to take my calls. The last thing I need is my cell-block-ed by you.
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Date: 2004-04-27 01:53 pm (UTC)But there was the time we went looking for some young girls to go fishing with us -- trawling for jail-bait.
And there was that little Taiwanese house-boy that used to chauffer you around in the limo. Do you remember the time I was trying to get you to go to dinner, and you didn't really want to go, and he kept trying to cover for you in his pidgeon english, saying "In car sir ate, In car sir ate".
And the time in Zimbabwe when there was a price-on our heads?
Then there was your friend Albert, the one with the cat that you always pestered. It was like every day was Al-cat-raz day for you.
I would go on, but I think you'd probably start refusing to take my calls. The last thing I need is my cell-block-ed by you.
Your fellow felon
J.L. Warden