What We've Got Here is Failure to Communicate
Monday, May 29, 2006
 
The first night's the toughest, no doubt about it. They march you in naked as the day you were born, skin burning and half blind from that delousing shit they throw on you, and when they put you in that cell... and those bars slam home... that's when you know it's for real. A whole life blown away in the blink of an eye. Nothing left but all the time in the world to think about it.


And it's harder to execute dropkicks when you are in the hole and not in the same cell as The 'Vee.

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posted by Lamont Trellington
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bitch set me up

By Unsilent Majority, at 5:29 AM  

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