11S078-1 -- feel like i'm losin' control of myself [voice]
Back in Boston, we always hated tourist season. It wasn't as bad in Southie, but downtown was a fuckin' nightmare. There weah all these people around who had no idea what the fuck they were or weah they were goin'. These optimistic assholes who think the North Church was made just for them to come visit years later, who walk over the site of the Boston Massacre and don't even realize it. They're more interested in the unicorn on the State House than the bodies buried under the Common.
It feels like that here sometimes. The new people that come in with no idea how things work. The inmates who graduate in a few months' time without ever seeing the fuckin' underbelly of this place.
..I'm tired of the fuckin' optimism around heah. I can graduate without havin' to believe in the best future possible. My life's already fucked and I know that. It's got nothing to do with my redemption.
[Private to Arthur]
[There's a very subtle edge of tension in his tone.] Do you know anything about a "totem"?
[Private to Rex]
How you been doin', guy?
[ooc; Post & run~ I'll be back later tonight.]
It feels like that here sometimes. The new people that come in with no idea how things work. The inmates who graduate in a few months' time without ever seeing the fuckin' underbelly of this place.
..I'm tired of the fuckin' optimism around heah. I can graduate without havin' to believe in the best future possible. My life's already fucked and I know that. It's got nothing to do with my redemption.
[Private to Arthur]
[There's a very subtle edge of tension in his tone.] Do you know anything about a "totem"?
[Private to Rex]
How you been doin', guy?
[ooc; Post & run~ I'll be back later tonight.]