On my way into the station for my train home from work last night, a guy spots me (I guess I cut a fairly recognisable figure) and starts coming towards me. He says hi, and it takes me a moment before I twig where I know him from. Frequent readers (both of you) will probably have guessed where this is heading. That's right. He was one of the guys I know from the slammer. One of my close neighbours from D-Hall. I was Cell 8, he was Cell 6. Just a couple of (locked) doors along.
I guess it was bound to happen sometime. He's the first of the gang I've met since I got out. Wonder if I'll run into any more?
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Okay, now that *is* harder to figure out what to do than when I meet one of my clients in public.
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