For those of you wondering, my time in prison has been surprisingly pleasant. I’m not really sure how to explain my positive attitude other than to say that people here are simply more genuine.
If somebody tells you they are going to shank you at noon during exercise hour, by golly they will be there at noon on the dot! No ifs, ands, or butt rape about it. You don’t see this kind of reliability in the outside world.
Sure the first few weeks were a wee bit tough. I’m not going to lie, at first I felt like a lost little boy in a new and unfamiliar place but I was lucky to be able to gain friends quickly and effortlessly.
For some reason people were more than happy to make the transition easier for me by allowing me to sleep in their beds at nigh… oh shoot, the officer is telling me that internet time is over!
Goodbye my friends, I’ll keep you updated as much as I can. Let me leave you with a long overdue Lyrically Lacking Monday. I don’t think you’ll have too much trouble figuring out how both this artist and song relate to my experiences thus far.
Michael Jackson - Bad
Because I’m bad, I’m bad-come on
(bad bad-really, really bad)
You know Im bad, Im bad-you know it
(bad bad-really, really bad)
You know Im bad, Im bad-come on, you know
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Nice to see you finally convinced the guards to let you out of solitary and play on the internet for a while.
i still don’t believe you were really in prison
Not a night goes by that I don’t wish you were right Tom. But, these are the cards that life has dealt me. I have to stay positive. Its tough knowing how many asses there are in this world when you can’t afford to stab another one.
Random 2 week late comment. Did you know that there is such a thing as weekend prison sentences? yep.
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