“sonja, you know what you could do that would be really helpful,” John said getting up from his cell.
“go get some bloody mary fixin’s,” i said.
“what?” she asked.
“it’s a bloody mary monday, get on it.”

then from over the cube wall came joe’s disembodied voice.

“jodi, did you just say it was a bloody mary monday?”
“yes.”
“i was watching this thing on willy nelson last night, and blah, blah, blah,” he said.
“funny,” i said, “i downloaded the VH1 storytellers with willy nelson and johnny cash and burned it to cd for my dad this weekend.”
“isn’t that stealing,” he said.

then i went on my with my speech about being an evil music pirate. god, i’m gonna miss him when he’s gone.