Before and after

Couldn't find my machete so I had to improvise with the rolls of quarters in my pocket and a sock.

She asked me if I would consider a change of heart I turned my pockets inside out and frowned.


Hiding in my closet, waiting for the hunkiest officer to convince me to come out.

Fucker tried to Bass his voice in my direction so I shoved my Walkman down his throat and slammed his head against the shitter.

Did I even give it a second thought?

Fuck no,I didn't have one in reserve after I gave my first one away for a penny while eating with my peers this morning.

Penny, the gaurd is thicker than the trays we eat off of I would love to bury my T bone in her.

Got released on parole now I'm on my way to find some Hobo's willing to commit some murders that I can put on my payroll.