Make me an I can't refuse.

Another lonely in this lonely jail cell. For countless hours today, the local inmates me in my . It hurt so much. All I could think about was the day I would out of here. So far away is that day, and it seems like it will never . is the name of the that patrolls the cells at night. Yeah, I know the fucker hears my cries at night, he doesn't give a shit. The other day at lunch, they served us this awful which tasted like that funky water behind dumpsters. God did I hate it. It's so god damn in here. All I can do is read copy after copy of and .

A few later:

I'm free.

End Journal.