i don't know why you're so weirded out, this is not san quentin, it's just a nuthouse. most of these people don't even know where they are, they're not gonna hurt you.
hey, you're the one that wanted to major in journalism. anyhow, wasn't the guy something like twelve or thirteen when he did it, it was twenty-five years ago, he probably doesn't even remember it.
yeah.
let's just go, marsha.
i thought you'd be happy to leave.
can i just sneak in there? i won't take any pictures, i promise. i just want to listen.