081613 #worm There's something disingenuous about being in or out of jail—even as you're trying to act all transgressive, you find yourself not much more extraordinary than a cup of fucking tea. What is, after all, passion, except the bituminous response curve of an alien grove? I give you a command, thus: walk with me, and you expect a certain oh nevermind. What the hell. We're all going to die in prison anyway, right?