Q: How many cells in a giant sequoia?

A: Nine today. More or less the same tomorrow. You know how it goes here at The Giant Sequoia Experimental Penitentiary for the Criminally Obsessive Compulsive. Things tend to stay pretty much the same. Once you've carved out your cell from the trunk of that giant sequoia, and settled inm and defended your routine, each day looks, thankfully, like any other.

I may be biased here, but they have dramatically undersold the lifestyle benefits of prison for the modern obsessive compulsive. I have a little space that's all my own. I get to dress the same way every day. I never have to check to see if I locked the front door. If I had a place like this growing up, I'd probably never allowed my obsessive compulsions to flourish in a such a criminal manner.

Yes, life at Giant Sequoia Experimental Penitentiary for the Criminally Obsessive Compulsive is almost exactly how you'd like it. Almost.

There is still the matter of the cells, the nine cells, the nine cells. Nine. Not ten. No, not the-far-more-perfect-in-every-way number ten, no god forbid we had even sides for basketball. Nine. Not eight, not the far-less-perfect-than-ten-but-far-more-perfect-than-nine eight, no why should we have the right about of chairs at he lunch table. Nine. It has to be nine.

Some nights I think about taking my old hatchet and carving out another cell, a tenth cell. But then I remember that a piece of toilet paper touched the blade of that hatchet and I had to set it, and the cell of the guy in the cell next to me, and the guy in the cell next to me, on fire.

Then I remember when there was ten cells.