Summer I find beauty in strange places and inspiration comes from observing dull and idle movement pushing forward through the crowd, raising my hand screaming for them Please Wait! Please! but I dont think they hear me. So I wont be there with you, sorry Hey at least I Tried! But again I find myseld on the floor, there are no windows here and they NEVER tell us what time it is. And dont even ask about the food, or the toilet. I wouldnt have really cared, if I did care at all I dont remember, but the problem was that all of my time spent thinking was spent wondering if you are OK, I know your not but it doesnt hurt to lie a little bit does it? Im ok, trust me, I've been in much worse situations before, this one is nothing. Although I do miss the sunlite, and smoke, and eating, and playing with the baby, and playing music, and sex, and beer. But only so much. I also kind of like it here, too, I am starting to find it not only normal, but quite funny. You should hear the opinions we have, I would LOVE to share them with you, but then again you never understood my sense of humor anyway.
Thanks Sirius, its about when I went to jail when I was on vacation with my ex and my son, and this is written to the ex
