I just got outta jail yesterday morning. It was cool, ya know, nice fluffy wrestling mat beds, 2 inch thick pillows, full room service, nice view through a triple barred foggy window overlooking a blacktop parking lot. Three days for a dirty UA on probation, which is bullshit. I took a VALIUM because I was having a panic attack and I couldn't breathe, but of course I don't have a prescription so my probation officer just thinks "No you just took it to get high you fucking junkie." Whatever, it was only 3 days, had some time to think I guess. Didn't get nearly as much thinking done as I wanted to but hey, what do you do? Anyways I haven't written anything on here for a while, might post a new short story sooner or later, dunno.