Just being Hizzoner

Last night for dinner we had corn, bread, cake, and mush with meat gravy. A man named Willie Young asked everyone for their left overs. He was only wearing pants and smelled like gasoline. At four this morning we had grits, meat gravy, egg product and bread. Again Willie got all the leftovers. By this time he had gotten a prison shirt and some slippers. I noticed his big toes didn't have any toe nails. He still smelled of gasoline. I wonder what happened to him. And what he did to arrive in jail shirtless, smelling like gas, and so hungry. Poor Willie.

Maybe the county will let him shower soon. Never get caught in Georgia. Especially if you're black.