Waiting to Visit, Waiting to Leave, Waiting all the Time pt. 2”

The visit went well. In fact, it was the best one we had had in years. It took us awhile to get over the awkwardness of them visiting me in prison, a scenario we had never envisaged. I ate a chicken sandwich, a bag of muddy buddies, and Payday bar and drank a Pepsi and … Continue reading Waiting to Visit, Waiting to Leave, Waiting all the Time pt. 2”

“Waiting to Visit, Waiting to Leave, Waiting All the Time pt. 1”

A visit is a Dickensian prospect--it's the best of prison, it's the worst of prison, etc. It's the only place you can touch or be touched without weird or menacing undertones. When I saw my friend last year, it was my first hug in years. For two hours, I felt somehwat normal by not putting … Continue reading “Waiting to Visit, Waiting to Leave, Waiting All the Time pt. 1”