Episode 448: Alcatraz Part I - Bird Is the Word
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I Don't Even Have Pants On, Butler Breath
Stroud could be found in his cell fully nude and covered in bird shit with colorful canaries perched on his head and shoulders while he hunched over a microscope amongst homemade bird cages stacked floor to ceiling. The truth is, again, remember, he's still in solitary confinement. Even though he does have like some vague connections in the outside world, he can do it over letters, but no one can come and see him. He is really losing touch because now he's 20 years of being alone. And so he is losing touch with any sort of humanity and in his own way.
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