visit

we haven't much felt like making fun of people in the visiting room for awhile. we are both a little depressed and achey and just not much fun. it's weird how we often feel exactly the same. we tried to make fun of the 400 pound Xena Warrior princess and Fred Mertz's evil twin. he's an old man who wears the exact same clothes to every visit. he wears his pants up as high as his chest, like Fred Mertz. he has the most god awful ugly bright blue and white sneakers ever made. he's a strange little troll of man, but quiet and harmless enough. he visits a sex offender. we had sat behind them and the damn inmate talked loudly throughout the entire visit. some of the stuff he talked about was creepy. first, he told Fred about the crazy pedophiles who had all sorts of mental problems and were on all sorts of mental drugs and had classes and on and on. he said that they needed the drugs (which he named) because they kept them from going after little kids. er. so, i think this guy knows a little too much about Chesters. then he begins to talk about polygamy and how it is legal in Utah and how young thirteen year old girls were forced to marry older men. i looked at him and he was GLEEFUL. totally having a grand time talking about this in great detail. then he starts to talk about men in the bible and how they had multiple wives and then he began talking about Muslim men being promised 21 Virgins when they die (i thought it was 70 but i could be wrong). so, the entire time this supposed non Chester was talking to Fred, it involved girls and women and men who 'own' them. fucker.

the other thing we thought was pretty sad was all the young children who come in to visit dads or uncles. what really freaks me out is that these kids know their dad's inmate number. when they step up to the guard at check-in, the mom will say something like, "go ahead, tell them daddy's number". the kid rattles it off in a proud voice. how sad is that? what kind of life must they have?

anyway, that's all i have. oh yeah...Hino, call home!