I was laying on my cot with hands crossed behind my head, just staring into the dingy ceiling, trying to count all the moldy stains on it. But there were just too many of them, and it's either my brain playing tricks on me, or they were appearing in front of my eyes.
Jingling of the keys made me turn from my current task, if I can actually call it that. Tim was standing just outside the bars, twiddling keys over his finger.
"What's up Timmy?" - I asked him, and he rolled his eyes, probably because I kept using the wrong name.
"What is it that you have that I don't?" - he asked, sounding like he was actually in the middle of solving that mystery.
"I don't know." - I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed to a seating position. - "Square jaw, money, a good last name, life th
