the sport coat

talking to mike yesterday, he really goes out of his way to get in touch with me, gets his brother to 3 way call me just so we can talk for 15 minutes. i've been grinning like a jackass all weekend. imagine loving someone so much that even after 10 years of knowing each other, a 15 minute call from them can turn an ordinary day spectacular, can make you grin off your face, can fill you with so much warmth and love and happiness. just imagine... i am one lucky bitch.

anyway, he told me yesterday that someone on his block attempted suicide on friday after he'd gone to see his wife in the visiting room. the guy's wife told him she was seeing someone else. he spat in her face, was cuffed and taken back to his cell, where he slit his wrists and told his celly about it. he was unsuccessful, obviously.

mike calls the wife's new dude "jody sport coat". heh. prison slang is so colorful. he tells me it's every guy's worst fear in there, the jody sport coat. i can imagine it might be. that would feel awful, i'd imagine. worse than out here on the street, cause you know it happened because he's locked up and she was lonely... sad.

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