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They were just one hour into a three-hour trip to deliver Clive to the maximum security prison. He had interspersed his jokes with declarations of his innocence, explanations of how he had been framed for a vicious first degree murder, and how he was going to appeal his conviction, and win. At other times he went on a long tirade that made no sense whatsoever, to the degree that Shannon wondered if he had actually had a psych exam. Because he sure was in need of one.
“Did you hear about the cop who pulled the Southerner over for a minor traffic violation?” Getting no response from the front seat, he continued. “Cop says to the driver – Got any I.D.? Driver drawls, ‘Boouut whaaaat?”