i'm reading a book called "johnny cash at folsom prison" about his famous recorded concert; how they came up with the idea to play there and how the best selling recording came about.
it's a nice escape from the doldrums of work.
"whatcha readin?'" tony asks me, plopping down lazily into the seat next to my own.
tony is a co-worker of mine. funny kid of nineteen. likeable. loves to talk.
"it's a book about johnny cash." i show him the dust jacket: a black and white still of a grim looking johnny, with a nicer back photo of johnny and june carter.
"oh him?. they made a movie about him too. did you see it?" he asks.
"yeah. yeah i did. for the most part, it was pretty accurate. i liked it alright," i answer.
tony watches me read for a few more seconds. i know he wants to ask something else.
"so what happened?" he asks.
"what happened to him in prison? i know he made a record there, right?"
"yes, that's what the whole book's about."
"well, what happened after? like, did he ever get out of prison?"
"did he ever get paroled? like, did they parole him after he had a big hit record?"
"tony, johnny cash wasn't an inmate!" i answer, laughing.
"he wasn't?! oh." tony looks let down. "well, what was the big deal about then?"
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