NaNoWriMo the 8th is going quite smashingly so far. I'm at 16,587 words and still have much of the day ahead of me. I should probably be doing housework but to hell with it. That shit can wait until December.
“Officer Davis will escort you to the visitor's area. Be nice to her or she'll mace the fuck out of you.”
The idea of a female prison guard conjured up visions of those masculine-looking female bodybuilders or middle-aged women shaped like bowling balls. My mistake. I could have used my beard to buff my shoes when Officer Davis made her appearance.