The Alchemist blogs about driving up to Midstate to see P.
A steel door slid open, and Pee rolled in, unaccompanied… with the H.N.I.C. bop, maroon shirt with the state greens, and a pair of all black rebooks like just another day holding it down as usual.
He rolls up to the dickhead desk and waits for them to point him to our table.
Now one of the dickheads barks at him. Tells him to step back until he calls him to the desk. Pee steps back, and 2 seconds later he calls him up.Im thinking, ‘that man is a dick.’ But I guess I keep forgetting that its jail.
Al should blog more. P should blog less. Read the full entry here.
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