I have a special arrangement with the guards. They get me whatever I want whether it is Tuna Tartare from Cipriani, a big bag of blow or the latest copy of Lusty Knockers. No green bologna sandwiches for me! I am actually typing from the guards' break room right now. Manny says high. Oh, and Jeff Skilling is in the other wing. We've chatted some. I've also struck some deals with various prison factions that are going to do some work for me through their connections on the outside. Keep an eye out, yo.
That's okay. The important thing is that we now know you're part of the "in" crowd. And, after all, that's what it's all about, isn't it?