…L1K3 1’M 1N $0M3 $0RT 0F 1NV0LUNT@RY R3-1N@CTM3NT 0F @ WW2 C0NC3NTR@T10N C@MP.
…L1K3 @ K1D TR@PP3D 1N @ H0RR1BL3 SUMM3R C@MP @ND TH3 0NLY @CT1V1TY IZ 2 PL@Y RUMMY.
…L1K3 1’M $0M3WH3R3 B3TW33N PURG@T0RY @ND H3LL.
…L1K3 1’M 1N TH3 MIDDL3 0F @ M@RR1@G3 B3TW33N @ G1@NT DYSFUNCTIONAL M0RM@N F@M1L33 @ND @N AL13N CULT.
…L1K3 1’M TR@PP3D 1N L1N3 @T D1SN3Y W0RLD W/0UT H0P3S 0F SPL@SH M0UNTA1N @T TH3 3ND.
…L1K3 1’M 0N @N @1RPL@N3 G01NG N0WH3R3.
…L1K3 MY F@TH3R @T @ 30 D@Y D@NCE RECIT@L.
You know th@t feelin’ yoo h@d fr3shman y3ar of h1ghsc00l wh3n yoo w@lked thr00 th3 cafeteri@ on the f1rst d@y try1ng t0 f1nd s0m3wh3r3 to s1t? 1 h@v3 th@t f33L1ng const@ntly. 1t is, h0w3v3r, g3tting b3tt3r.
All that s@1d, 1’m fin@lly st@rt1ng t0 “s3ttl3 1n” to the big house.
On the other hand, 1 deff st@nd 0ut lyk3 @ s0r3 thumb 3v3n 1n @ gr3y jumpsu1t @nd n0t my usu@l camp-ee g@rb.
My house here is the top bunk of a twin size bunkbed and a 1’x2’x3′ locker that holds all my wordly goodz. well, ramen noodles, candy, my plastic radio, and minimal toiletries- all bought in “the canteen”. I am among 45+ other men in a 60’x 60′ -ish room.
Ramen noodlez are the official form of currency. The pencils with which I draw and blog are 2″ long. I have to tape the ends together to have a regular-ish size pencil with stickers from my shampoo bottle. No ipods in J@1L… I had to barter for a cheap plastic radio. WHO FUCK1N’ U2EZ @ RAD10 NE MORE?! I’ve h@d it 4 @ d@y and I’m $oooo Fuk1n’ tired of Emerson College’s radio station, Pop bullshit on Kiss 108, and whiny-ass FNX.
1 wish 1 could hybernate until my relea$e.
La$t night I was proposed to. An inmate who calls himself Rizzo offered to protect me if i were to be transported to Walpole Prison with the real bad eggz. Protection- in exchange for exclusive access to my azz. Honestly, 1 couldn’t tell if it waz @ joke or not.
Aside from my butt being proposed to, J@1L izn’t @ll d@t b@d…1 gu3zz…
Enjoy the freedom, y@ll!
‘T1LL P@RT 3!!