I had a few scraps with the law, nothing serious until I borrowed a friend's car and it turned out not only to be stolen, but, he had a few grams of coke and some pot under the seat.
So here I am in the 4th year of a 5-10 year sentence at a medium security prison, doing my best to stay out of trouble and get an early release, and get a few extra prison privileges, like making a few dollars at a job in the laundry, and even a key to my room. But what seemed the most useless, is a conjugal visit from my wife, a waste because I'm not married. Something my mother and I had a nice laugh over.
We laughed, until a few days later when the guard called me in to say my wife had applied for a private visit and it was granted for the next week...I could have 2 days and 1 night in a special trailer on the grounds especially for that purpose. My wife could cook, and bring all my favorite foods for the occasion. I was totally confused until I spoke with my mother who had used her own marriage license to prove she was my wife as my father left before I was born, and since we had the same name it was a relatively easy process.