he just got back. he had to get a ride from about 50 miles away. they asked him a bunch of crap, told him to call his work and family to tell them he'll be gone for 'some time'. then after an hour he over heard them say 'we can't hold him'.
he was on the street in five minutes. they said they were sorry for the inconvenience. I sent him home for the day to decompress. I keep trying to think of something witty to write, but just can't seem to make light of it yet.

Cuba. there, that's real funny.