Mickey’s Declassified Prison Survival Guide

Now listen to me, Gallagher. You don’t even know, what you’re about to experience outside our little and, well, kinda comfortable cell. Fuck, that’s gonna be so much shit! You can see it? Feel it? Yeah, I’m not even joking. That’s so fucking gross. But you’ll get used to it. Don’t make any friends. Everyone here has a shiv. A sharp shiv. The sharpest shiv you can even imagine. Just like mine right here. You have the same one. You’ll need it. You know, there’s nothing to do. And I mean it. You can go outside when the guards say so, go inside, when the guards say so, even sleep, when these pieces of shit say so! But maybe… We’ll need to catch up on something, Gallagher. Did you know I love drawing? I think I’ve never done it when I was with you. And now you’ll need to watch me doing this shit. Wanna be my model? I have only one condition: no clothes. At all. So I could, you know, understand the shapes better. Ask your family to get you a book. Maybe two, even. One should be very, very smart, just for you. And the other - the stupidest thing they can even find. I just want to laugh with you. Listen to you as you read, and I would just point at the stupidest pictures they have in this book. And we would have fun. Lots of fun. There’s a lot of “prison couples”, but no love. Honestly, prison love is the shiftiest scum there’s ever excited. And what would we have between us? Would our love be real? As it always was. Hope you’ll be happy. I won’t go anywhere. And you want run away this time. Even if you try, I won’t let you go this time. The prison won’t let you go too. What was I saying? I, uh… I don’t remember. I hope you remembered all this shit? I won’t repeat myself. Never. You won’t do it without me. … Come here. I missed you.