It looks just like a TELEFUNKIN U47
I just got off the phone with Sean. He wasn't too happy to hear me say I would spend the next year in county. What the fuck, why not? The state would pay for me, he has minimal expenses and I could fulfill my desire to hurt the ones that I hate. I told him I wouldn't do it - no need to give him anything else to worry about, but I would do it and today is the kind of day that would be perfect for that sort of thing. Ass beating resulting in short term admit, long term maiming followed by a Mint Iced Capp at Tim Hortons, later to follow booking at the local cop shop, a shower, a nice little stint in a quad. I could make new friends.