
| PHOTOS BY JIM BUSSEY II |
| “You have a visitor, fancy pants,” the guard said. “You can just stay in there, Voyeur, until I get your release papers.” |
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“That guard is something out of Shawshank,” I said.
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“So, Joel,” I
said. “How’d you land in prison?” I knew he couldn’t have done
anything wrong.
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| He straightened his tie and ran his hand over his hair. |
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