Por Que?

Listening: Patience and grace, all of these moments I'll never replace. No fear of my heart. Absence of faith.
What's my problem? Isn't it clear?

It's seven in the morning, eastern daylight time, on Friday, January seventh. I just walked in the door and all I want is to be gone. Well, all I want is a nap and then to be gone. Back to the drawing board. Time to plan my next jailbreak. Hopefully, I'll be out of the clink for a good long while this next time. For now, I'm back on the chain gang. You bet your sweet ass, every night I'll be hiding behind that poster of Bridget Bardot with my rock hammer scraping away...