I know a guy who’s not good at too many things.
But he sure likes pretzels and ginger ale.
Which, when you think about it, is really only salty bread and sugar water.
So I told that guy, I said, “Hey, man, I know you’re not good at too many things, but if you ever went to prison, and I smuggled you in some salt and sugar, you’d really stick it to the system. They’d never be able to break your spirit feeding you only bread and water. Just make sure they don’t find your salt or sugar. But if they do, make sure they don’t think it’s crack or cocaine.”
He listened to most of it, but he forgot that last part.
Now I’m in solitary.
It’d be a lot less lonely if they’d let me bring my shadow puppets.