the cell mate who sang me love songs in Spanish. He said they were for his girlfriend he left in Mexico, but I don't know. He was a sweet guy, I think he was crazy. I was in the crazy ward because I had PTSD and had gotten in a fight with 6 San Diego Sheriffs deputies at small claims court. This was about 10 years ago and I was fairly messed up. Anyhow, I wonder what happened to that little guy who sang me love songs in Spanish?
P.S. It wasn't much of a fight. I was black and blue all over, had stitches and staples in my leg and had my left knee hyper-extended. I think I got one or two good licks and then it was lights out. Don't fight with cops!!!