Saturday, January 23, 2010

rzaZorz dropped me off in the middle of downtown so that the cops wouldn't find me with him. I knew the city well. My stomach was growling and I was craving some mcdonalds. Prison food tasted like crap that came out of a crap's ass.

It was 3 a.m. in the morning. And I had escaped with the help of rzaZorz. I had to boggie.