detainee

I’m not impressed with having to babysit a pharmacist for a second day, but at least the consulate is doing shit.

Working title: My Prison Name is Canada

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 enough today. No cell phones, no running, no loud noises. Don’t stand or jump on the tables. No jewelry, except wedding bands. Don’t play with…