In school, the teachers said that everyone would go to jail.
“You’ll either be a prisoner or you’ll be a guard.”
Reggie was in an out of jail for years.
His brother Rudy was a guard. And he was a good one.
Usually, Reggie went to jails other than Rudy’s, but thanks to overcrowding and slow paperwork, Reggie was put in a cell under Rudy’s watch.
Things went well for a day while the warden worked out the transfer.
“How’s Mom?” asked Reggie.
“She’s fine,” said Rudy.
Ten signatures later, Reggie was in the van and off to another facility.