Startling Revelations Behind Prime-Time Broadcast

  Now the show is happening and I’ve completely retreated into daydreaming as a result of its dissolute monotony. I keep dreaming of all the colleges and PhD programs I could be attending in efforts to gain my university doctorate that would make me a fully qualified criminal lawyer and I could spring myself from this joint once and for all. The plot of the insipid Austin DWI episode was thickening up into a somewhat congealed form; of course it began with an unrelated character, usually the guest star, and he would be involved in the sort of traffic accident that would lead to the immediate need of the services of a car accident attorney. Then, Lo and Behold, There’s Austin DWI, who just happens to be strolling by, enjoying ice cream cones with some fair lassie on his arm. In a flash he’s all business, and he’s right there on the scene, handing out his business card etc.

Austin DWI Making the Scene.

   Tonight’s episode had the guest star/client be a bit of a “comic-relief” with this little old man who played as a drunk with a goofy 2-step and a crumpled hat. Turns out he’s an eccentric millionaire and he won’t stop driving while impaired and is constantly getting into hilarious fender benders. But it’s different now, see; he has good reason for driving like a maniac all over the sidewalk and everything. Tonight he reveals, all in a dramatic close up of his face, saying urgently to the camera “My Wife has been Kidnapped!!!

Dramatic Turn of Events

    Just as the old geezer guest star said those five words I finally remembered where I had seen that actor before! “Holy Shit!” I blurt out, “That’s Gus The Fireman!”

  It was said absent minded, yet came out just a split second before what  the old croaker said, and obscured his lines all together. This interruption was perceived as being so rude that the entire audience of criminals all immediately started bashing me and throwing garbage at me, screeching promises to do me great personal injury later if I didn’t Shut The Fuck Up! And I thought I might be killed right there and then if the TV broadcast didn’t mercifully cut away just at that moment for commercial messages from our sponsors. A few of the harder cons continued  glaring at me angrily, but the generally murderous atmosphere gradually dissipated while on the TV  insurance ads prattled on about coverage in event of wrongful death.

A Minor Riot Ensued.

 Sitting penitent I realized that there was one Absolute Law in this cell-block. It was the Unbreakable as well as Unspoken Rule; No Talking During Austin DWI! Sitting a row over I noticed Fox looking back at me. I felt he had been watching me the whole time and that he could read my mind and see my thought processes. Stern at first, he nodded at me in a sort of approval, as though in a rite of passage I had taken my beating and grown from the experience .