PRISON

BRIAN HIT ROCK BOTTOM.

HE WAS GOING TO JAIL FOR INSIDER

TRADING AND IT COULDN’T GET

MUCH WORSE THAN THAT.

AS THE JAIL WARDEN BROUGHT

BRIAN TO HIS CELL,

BRIAN’S WORST FEARS

WERE MATERIALIZED.

SITTING HUNCHED OVER ON A BED

WAS HIS SOON TO BE ROOMMATE.

HE WAS A HUNK OF A MAN WEARING

A SLEEVELESS UNDERSHIRT,

WITH VICIOUS LOOKING TATTOOS

ON EACH ARM.

AS BRIAN APPROACHED THE PRISON CELL

THE GIANT LOOKED UP AT HIM AND

SAID IN A DEEP BOOMING VOICE,

“HEY MAN, WHAT DID YOU DO TO

GET YOURSELF IN HERE?”

“WHITE COLLAR CRIME”

RESPONDED BRIAN NERVOUSLY.

“HEY MAN, HOW ABOUT THAT? ME TOO,”

THE GIANT SAID.

“PHEW,” SAID BRIAN FEELING

HIS BODY RELAXING,

“TO BE HONEST I GOT A BIT NERVOUS

WHEN I SAW YOU.”

“NAH” RESPONDED THE GIANT

WAVING HIS HAND

“WHAT’S THERE TO BE NERVOUS ABOUT?”

“SO TELL ME,”

QUESTIONED THE GIANT

“HOW MANY PRIEST’S DID YOU KILL?”