Same old shit, different dayAndy Dufresne: What about you? What are you in here for?Red: Murder, same as you.Andy Dufresne: Innocent?Red: Only guilty man in Shawshank.
Sometimes it makes me sad, though... Andy being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.
Andy was as good as his word. He wrote two letters a week instead of one. In 1959 the state senate finally clued in to the fact they couldn't buy him off with just a two-hundred-dollar check. Appropriations committee voted an annual payment of five hundred dollars just to shut him up. And you'd be amazed how far Andy could stretch it.
Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.
