"Make sure you eat," he told me via the prison visitor phone. "Don't forget to eat." "I had yogurt for lunch," I replied. "Real food, I mean." "Yogurt is real…
I feel like I might've memorized the list of rules for visiting a relative at the local jail. I stared at the sign in the visitor waiting room for long…
Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club…