(You can read part one here)

When I returned to my cell, I found that all my prison issue had already gone ‘poof’ by the pilfering populous. But of course! I sat in my cell in the spot where my issue had been, and listened to my cellmate snore violently. I took some toilet paper from the roll attached to the toilet/sink/dishwasher/laundromat, and wadded it to plug my ears… sort of.

“What are you in for, homie?” a brother asked.

“I killed some Arian biker dudes in a bar brawl, but I tell you man… I’m innocent!”