Dec 07, 2007 18:48
Mentally unfit to stand trial.
All the evidence was there... Fingerprints, bullet casings, DNA, and I told 'em it wasn't me. How're you supposed to plead guilty to a crime you don't remember committin'?
We're gonna be real good friends those motherfuckers told me. You're gonna like it here, you fuckin' looney and I don't think not rememberin' after that's got anythin' to do with a lack of memories. It's just hazy as fuck. But the intake, oh fuck... Wasn't sedated for that. It burned and they kept goin' no matter how much I screamed and those sons o' bitches told me you're a fuckin' animal, we're gonna collar ya like one, nobody's ever gonna see ya again cause no mangy dog like you ever gets outta here. That's gotta be fuckin' illegal, right?
But through the haze I remember dreamin' about makin' them suffer like I did and I think that's what kept me goin'.
Also looks like that Deceit fucker must've won some money somewhere, but I'm not complainin', since it'll make sure I've got smokes for a while.
((I'm guessing deduct about 20 monies from what Deceit stole for a carton of cigarettes.))