Chapter Fifteen
With all of these fucking lunatics running around it's easy to forget that a poor, innocent Doctor of Journalism is still rotting in fucking prison. Let me also remind you I have yet to get a fucking lawyer in here let alone a trial date. Now this is the longest I've been sober for years... and I'm thinking that once I am fucking out of here I might be able to take these fuckers to court for this bullshit.
Except, right. I would require a fucking lawyer, first.
Jesus Christ. I'm generally a law-abiding citizen, but I'm starting to think some fucking jailbreak is in order. Lesser men than me have broken out and gotten away with it. Why the fuck can't I?
Or, you know, Shitface... You could let me out and not have to fucking worry about it. I might even consider dropping any future charges I'll have against your fat lardass for putting me in here, in the first place.
Except, right. I would require a fucking lawyer, first.
Jesus Christ. I'm generally a law-abiding citizen, but I'm starting to think some fucking jailbreak is in order. Lesser men than me have broken out and gotten away with it. Why the fuck can't I?
Or, you know, Shitface... You could let me out and not have to fucking worry about it. I might even consider dropping any future charges I'll have against your fat lardass for putting me in here, in the first place.