If this is how prison feels, I don't even want to know what is the place with a lot of inmates called.
Yesterday night, I almost got arrested. It turns out my namaste guy was a drug dealer, and he hid a bag of cocaine under his mattress, even hiding something under a bed. Someone called the cops on him, but I managed to run away before I could be arrested. Everyone else who was there, drunk, sober, high, naked, clothed, old, and young, was arrested.
Too bad for my luck, when I got home, I had guests waiting for me at the door. Law enforcement guests.
Right now, I'm chilling, just spending my time in a cell made of poured concrete. There was a very scary-looking toilet in the corner that may or may not work, and I didn't even want to find out.
There were no chairs or something to put m
