There is a paint blob on the wall of our cell, which I say looks like a fox's face and Tristan said looks like a Lobster man.
Tristan has warned me to accept that it's Lobster man, or I will regret it when the Lobsters come.
After 10 days or so of deep and important conversation about this topic, I awoke one morning to see Tristan had been awake all night.
He had sketched the shape of Lobster man on pieces of paper and stuck them to the wall with toothpaste. At least 100 of them.
I guess he didn’t sleep all night.
He kept saying “I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN, I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN”
As if I should give a shit.
We had a room inspection the same morning (of course we did) and the guard LOST his shit.
It was actually embarrassing. I've never seen a full grown man so mad. He was screaming like someone murdered his children.
It's paper, who cares?
We were dragged out of our cell and thrown into a new one.
Me: “Happy now?”
Tristan looks at me, says nothing, gets a piece of paper and begins to draw the Lobster man again.