His name is Robert Bud...

He told me to just call him Bud. This has got to be the nerdiest dude I've ever seen in my life. He's bi-racial, Asian and white with blotchy skin. His hair is in desperate need of a wash. We were in the holding cell waiting to get processed in. I sat with my back to the wall as he paced the floor nervously. He kept asking me if I thought he would need a shank. How the hell should I know? All this shank talk was making me antsy. Finally they called my name and processed me in. The Guard asked me if I felt suicidal, I told him no, but in the back of my mind I imagined Bud slitting his wrist right in front of him.

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