Three, four, and breathe...
Today's one of those days loaded with tons of useful insights. Such as, the worst part of hanging a hundred or more feet above molten lava is that chains chafe your wrists like nobody's business.
And you know what they're all thinking. They're saying to themselves, this guy's in for one hell of a bath. Hey buddy, don't drop the soap! Prison humor, like that isn't old. I'm starting to think all of life is just a punch line aimed at your chin. An arsonist, a singer, and a prison guard walk into a volcano...
Juanita, she's over to the side out of harm's way, half angry out of her mind, half scared to death. Enrique, they slapped him around some and left him on the floor, handcuffed. Leena, she's nowhere to be seen—maybe she'll make another dramatic appearance, o
