Should I write something here? My handler is mouthing ‘yes’. Or maybe it’s ‘confess’ …? Fine. I did it. I’m not sorry and I’ll do it again.

If this seems like the fever dream of a cybernetically-enhanced, Marlon-Brando wolfman that’s because I AM. Don’t judge. Walk in these shoes because I need another pair.

Do you have time while the deputy processes that urine sample? Or while your husband leaves you? Maybe there’s no point in living … in that case watch “Damnation Alley”.

Cheers!