A week has passed since the contract, those fucking bastards- they LEFT ME THERE!! Korvus, Ambrose, and that tall fucker.. they didn't come back for me, but I'm not gonna snitch, they must've had a reason. Anyways since then I've been staring at concrete bricks and eating shit. Just last night I had a DREAM I saw a god, he offered me a gift- a gift that would let me be an even better thief than I am. The god wouldn't stop laughing at my failures and challenged me to achieve my goals from this cell, I accepted his offer- he didn't want anything in return but to watch my misfortunes and victories.

Oh I so miss my 5 hour energy grape shots every morning, I'd do anything to get that flavor upon my tongue and that energy once again. The closest I've been able to get to that flavor and boost is the toilet wine Tommy has been brewing in his cell toilet.