“”So a funny thing happened last night. I’m sitting around after dinner, before final lock-in, and I HAD MAIL.”
“Oh? Get anything good? Dirty prison pen-pal letters?”
“I got a book.”
“Oooooh, noice.”
“Yes, and let me tell you, IT’S FUCKING WITH ME.””
The Prison Book Club continues reading House of Leaves, over and over and over.