George Santos

So good.

I woke up the next day.

I had this immense resolve on October 17th that everything would be okay.

That even if I had to sit there for seven years, I would be okay.

I would not be in pain.

I would not be in anguish.

I was ready for whatever the road ahead was.

So much so that we had something called Coffee Club that Sam Mealy started, my former employee.

And we would just wake up at seven.

A lot of us woke up early, but at seven o'clock, we would all meet in the library with coffee or tea.

I'm a tea guy.

And, you know, coffee cake or whatever it is, the cakes that, you know, Sam was hoarding for coffee club from everybody's breakfast bags that didn't want them.

And we'd sit there every morning, a group of like five of us.

Everybody was welcome to come, but only five people or so would show up.

You can't even get prisoners to coalesce, trust me.

They have no options to do anything else, but they still don't show up to stuff.

When it's available.

So we sat there and I said to him, like, dude, I feel so good.

He's like, what do you mean?

I'm like, I don't know.