I eluded and evaded capture, lo these many years.

Howevah, now that the game has run it's course I'm glad that it's finally over.

A packs of smokes buys me some keyboard time so I'll be able to drop in now and then.

Sadly, when cornered I was not in possession of any firearms as they had been stolen, en masse, recently.

While a ward of the gubbermint I'll take a little time to plot, er reflect on what the future might hold.

As long as my moll keeps me in smokes I'll be alright.

I'm kinda looking forward to the structured lifestyle, hitting the weights and walkin' the ole yard.

Well, gotta run. Last call for brunch.

Eggs benedict, fennel sausage links, half a grapefruit, melon ball assortment, hash browns scattered, smothered and covered, glass of pomegranate, loaf split, toasted, sprinkled w/garlic, olive oil and a double macchiato.
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Enjoy your freedom, ciao...

Right on. .

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Don't worry, Frued said it is perfectly normal for some men to experience prison fantasies...I've never had one but yours sounds lovely....

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Why was the Asian MotorWorks looking for you?
AMW

be sure to wear your bib

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And steel underwear...

Tanks for all da support youse guys.

I'm hoping to make trusty and get on a road gang or be a prep chef in da galley as part o' me re-habitation.

Well, it's almost time for da grub bell to ring see, so I'm gonna sing youse bums a little ditty.

Well you wake up in the morning, hear the ding dong ring,
You go a-marching to the table, see the same damn thing
Well, it's on a one table, knife, a fork and a pan,
And if you say anything about it, you're in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special, shine her light on me
Let the midnight special, shine her ever-loving light on me
If you ever go to Houston, you better walk right, you better not stagger, you better not fight
Sheriff Benson will arrest you, he'll carry you down
And if the jury finds you guilty, penitentiary bound
Yonder come little Rosie, how in the world do you know
I can tell her by her apron, and the dress she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She goes a-marching to the captain, says, "I want my man"
"I don' believe that Rosie loves me", well tell me why
She ain't been to see me, since las' July
She brought me little coffee, she brought me little tea
Brought me damn near ever'thing but the jailhouse key
Yonder comes doctor Adams, "How in the world do you know?"
Well he gave me a tablet, the day befo'
There ain't no doctor, in all the lan'
Can cure the fever of a convict man

And don't forget to keep you hand in bubba's back pocket while walking through the yard.

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Don't drop anything in the shower.

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