"I'm not trying to do what I did on the outside, you know? Not that my heart was ever in it." Barry shrugged, it wasn't. He had to meet drug dealers on the street and buy from them so that people might recognise him in prison, it was part of his cover and he'd taken some, under control circumstances, just so he could bluff better when he was in here. He didn't like it much. He didn't get the appeal. "So what kind of thing are you in for? ... Can I ask that or is it rude?"