("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

Macerated tiny pieces of paper dumped out of my jail ziploc onto my bed searching for the contact info for the boffo immigration firm Nikki Abraham used to get her family Brit. citizenship, on my to-do list. LB, walking away is taking up a lot of of my valuable time. Back on your bike mom. Lake, ho! I wanna Arlo Guthrie kill.

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and
he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Alice's Restaurant