"well shit, a lot of things are better than dead," Simms said, "but this still ain't my preference." He finally decided it was okay to sit, and he pulled his computer chair over to the front of his cell, putting his feet up on the door as he finished off his toast. "I have a boy. Scotty Junior. Just started college, full football scholarship. He's a good kid." He nodded, absently brushing his arm where his tattoo in his son's honor was. "I miss that kid something fierce," he sighed, and that was true.