Let me start off by saying I have no fear of going to prison. Well none other than the fear of getting jumped in the showers. I see that on every prison movie that's out there and I can only imagine that it's much worse than they show on the big screen. I guess I'd have to also say I'd be afraid of the guards and the warden too because they're probably all crooked and they'd steal my daddy's watch while forcing me to start a prison football team. They'd probably be the ones to set up the shower scene too. Bastards. Also I'd be worried that I couldn't get the nice fish lunches that have become a part of my diet. I had the Cajun Salmon at this place called Fish Bonz yesterday. It was great. Good portions. Hope it was good for me. Don't think they deliver to the big house though. One thing I'm not worried about is all the time I'd have to read in my cell and do push ups. I'm pretty sure I could spend more time getting in shape in there. Plus it would be a great time to get more ink. I say all of that to say that I will spill your ink in the muthaf***in streets if you ever try to tell someone that I am abusing you again. There will be pain like you've never felt before. I will make a very public display of f***ing murder. Hey b***h, before you start all this blubbering and crying and pleading and s**t, trying to figure out how you can escape from this fresh hell that you have gotten yourself into, I want you to think about some things. First, you cant get away from me. Doesn't matter how far, fast or long you run. I'm like Jason. I always go at the right pace to get you. Second. Was it worth it to ruin what we had? I understand I may not always treat you the best. And? I realize that I verbally abuse you and you think you deserve better. I'm not so sure you do. Did you really work hard enough to convince the scale to tell me I was skinny? Well? Did you? Take your time to answer these questions. I hope you find that the treatment you get at my hands is well deserved you stupid son of a b***h. Stop snitching. This ain't a game. Keep your 50 cent.
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