My name is chuck, and I am in trouble. at least I am not alone
I mean this fire I'm in is certainly not without company. I would say pan but, you know the streets have kind of been my metaphorical "pan" for years. OH, that reminds me, you might need to know how old I am. You know so that way when I smoke without my babysitters knowing, you 'll know that it's not underage smoking. I am 24, so you can allow me to enjoy this .... mmm ... cigarette without judgement.
Anyway im in cell block "whogivesadamn" in the prison located in "thisdoesn'texist" getting experimented on by guys who might as well be holiday characters. That last bit wasn't quite a joke. apparently these guys are REALLY paranoid and have dressed themselves up in holiday costumes. it may sound like a really dumb idea, but even I have to admit, it's genius.
See I have been watching person after person get pulled out of our wooden (yeah wooden weird right?) cells, and dragged away by the easter bunny or santa claus or whatever costume they had on at the time. then that same person comes back, but REALLY messed up. One guy ended up with some weird tick, which made him twitch almost constantly. they were going to take him again, but thats before they noticed he had "ticked" his head backwards all by himself. so they had to move on to the next cell, which happens to be right next to mine.
My future is looking rather good I think! Maybe I should update my stocks maybe even put a down payment on my non-existent home right along side my non-existent car! Or maybe I can get real and use my toes to snag the smoke that one of the guards just happened to flip near enough to my cell. Guess which one I did?
