So, they settled for a Denny's down the street. Brinkley stared at the menu, struggling to process the abundance of options fanned out before him. In prison, he said, breakfast was white bread one day, cake the next. To complicate matters, he didn't have reading glasses — people kept passing him theirs to try on, but they were too strong. He analyzed the pictures instead and eventually decided on a Grand Slamwich, but nothing to drink. He was worried he would have to go to the bathroom — and had to be convinced by family members who insisted that, unlike in a prisoner transport van, they would stop whenever he needed to.