He was crawling to freedom through 600 yards of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine when the after breakfast wave hit him. Four thousand inmates had simultaneously evacuated their bowels and flushed away four thousand turds of shit smelling foulness I can't even imagine. I picture Andy Dufrane bodysurfing that wave of excrement toward freedom, with joy in his heart, before being pinned against the varmit cage at the end of the pipe, turd after turd beating him in the back of the head. I like to think he knew which was mine. I miss my friend Andy.