14 May 05

Frankie Is Here

I was returning to my cell from the chow hall when a stocky Chicano requested my presence at the poker table.
“I’ve been asked to tell you that Frankie is here,” he whispered in my ear. He also divulged that Frankie is housed on the other side of Building 2, thus, I shall not be going to rec or chow with him.

Through some mutual friends I’m going to arrange a meeting with Frankie. I intend to maintain our friendship, but also to make it clear that the prison marriage he desires is not an option. Out of all the thousands of men I met in the jail system, isn’t it odd that I am now sharing a roof with Frankie?


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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Maybe your fated to be together as just good friends or otherwise!

Anonymous said...

Remember the old song 'Frankie and Johnny' (Jonny?)....
I seem to recall it all ended in tears.

Anonymous said...

Im sorry, I must have missed it, but what are you in for?

Anonymous said...

I hope you're not just egging him on...

Anonymous said...

im not, im serious! im sorry if it sounded rude