I want lots of things. Like a Cigarette. And a Car. I need to be Out. NOW. Remember that whole Prison thing, i talked about? That whole not getting the sense of Freedom? Yeah, i have that, in full. Need to contact people, if only to use them as an aperture and armature of escape... I have pictures that make me smile. No, not those kinds of pictures, you Fucks. Simple Visits... i need and want things, and it's getting difficult to distinguish between the goods and bads...
Yay.
Yay.