Merle's been on pretty much constant rotation in the shop lately, makes me think about prison a lot. Well more about gettin' out of prison.
I woke up early as fuck today put on a white tee, jeans and a denim shirt, looked in the mirror and looked like I was in the clink.
The isolation up here is a lot like being in the slammer I bet, but with less conjugal visits.
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