Termyn8or
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Shucks, all this todo about lil ole me ? I'm just so,,,so touched. (Hmm, is that really the right word ?)
....Moving right along....
At this point I guess they figure I am half "corrected", but I don't feel much different. Maybe I am half right now, but of course that leaves me half left. Of course the optimist side of me (normally well obfuscated) tried to see this as a learning experience.
Lesson #1, let the boad get her own fucking pills especially on the weekends at night amidst speed traps. Even though I was going under the limit (looking for an address) I guess they trap you either way. For two grand and a month off work there is one less migraine sufferer that I give a damn about. The trooper no doubt thought we were going to sell the percs, but it was the other pills, just couldn't find them closeby. This is like percoset city here, everybody has them. People actually loan them to each other, and I'm waiting for someone to invent some sort of a car dispenser, like those old PEZ thingies.
Lesson #3, there is no food at that jail. They put this stuff in front of you and you eat it, but I can't call it food. Add to the cost of this escapade the fortune I spent on food once I got out. I mean pizzas two different ways, hot wings and chips along with an army/navy size drum of chip dip. All junk I hardly ever eat anymore, but it was time. It was also time for my favorite beverage of course.
Lesson #4, if you get a piece of fruit eat it right away or stash it really well. They'll steal anything in there, your packets of mayo, toilet paper anything. Some of those people should be locked up.
Lesson #5, there are crazy people in there. One seemed drunk or something, always first in line for medication. The other liked to but his bald head into doors, walls, whatever would make alot of noise. That one loaned me two books by Chuck Palahniuk, which, after reading them, it all fits into place. I also found that 30 days is enough, I exhausted all the reading material there, it was bad. I read two Harlequins, the AA book and part of the Bible including Revelations again. I finally got a few more decent ones, The Enemy, The Final Theory, The Taking, I probably left something out, but book reports are available on request. I really liked the February 1968 issue of National Geographic. NO SHIT, but I actually enjoyed it, and my cellie hadn't even been born when it came out.
Lesson #6, they don't really search you all that well, I could've gotten alot of real goodies in there. I'll keep that in mind if I can't get out of the second semester. I could use the money. I'll probably have to take a long break, like until spring as it would interfere with my coitus with the banks and my getting my goodies out here, like better eyesight.
All in all, I think the Darwin award people should keep an eye on that place. But my ass is fine and when I figure it out I have decided to undertake a new translation of the Bible. The Ebonics version.
"And Moses said up to the Pharaoh "My next trick is going to be getting my God's foot outta yer God's ass".
"Moses clumb up on the mountain and saw this burning bush. He took a whiff and it smelled really good, so he sniffed somemore and started seeing things. Walks back down the mountain with these two slabs and must've lost his buzz. He saw the people dancing around this animal thing made of gold and I guess it was totally Fugly so he threw the slabs at it and whatever was in them blew up, wrecking the wild party that was happenin. The Homeys were freaked out"
Hmmm, when I was younger I fancied starting my own religion, maybe this was a sign or something. Should I feel inspired or something ? Speaking of my new calling, does anyone know the Greek word for mufug ?
Anyway, I give the place two thumbs down on all categories, accomodations, aesthetic appeal, cuisine, recreational options, the works. I can think of at least ten better places than that. Even the acoustics sucked, Roy F. Allison (a reknowned audio engineer) would have a heart attack in that place. Not the place for a Johnny Cash concert to say the least. Good thing I didn't even bother to bring a guitar.
I would've posted, but I didn't have my laptop and I doubt the low rent joint even has wireless.
Enough whining for now, I'll get back to it.
T
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