All my rowdy friends...

should settle down

Middle of a blizzard, bit more than 2 years ago, I was locked up. No longer drunk and, surprisingly, not all that fearful, I was anxious. There’s nothing to do in there but wait and worry. Time stretches until forever. Daylight comes from these punishing fluorescent bulbs that never go out — they just dim at night. Doors clack and buzz. On the wall, a T…