And then there was that time I was locked away in a jail on some disorderly charge or another (I forget the exact nature of the arrest, I wasn't in for long) when along comes some inmate into my cell and, man, he couldn't shut up, he talked more than ever I could be in my worse moments.
Then he asked,
“What are you in for? I'm in for a trespassing charge myself,” before going on and on as usual.
“Oh, Murder One,” I lied without a beat.
He then gaped at me with this long, loping stare before banging on the cell door and calling out, “Guard! Guard!”
Finally, the keeper came around and my cell mate said to him, “Let me out of here. This guy's crazy.”
So the guard took him away after turning and saying to me, “Be still, you.”
“Hey, I got nowhere to go,” I said.
I laid down and put my head back down on the cot. At last a man could get some peace around here.
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