Dearly Deported

He was panicking when he called. “I’m really scared,” he said. “I’m the only one not taking part in the hunger strike”. I don’t know if the three episodes of OZ he’s watched in his lifetime are stuck in his head, but god only knows what he thought was going to happen to him if he ate what could arguably be considered the worst chicken parm in existance.

He’s worried and bored and dealing with a potential hunger strike. I’m stressed and worried and my boobs hurt.

First, the worrying. Shawshank gets three free phone calls every week now. He called after dinner tonight. Since it’s not one of the pre-planned nights to call, he freaked me out yet again. He was pretty upset when he called the first time last night, and he doesn’t hide it very well. When I ask…