On a non-work release from the ghetto--Don't have to be back for another eleven hours.
This shot has been sitting here for twenty hours. I can hear taunts slithering out of its dry little throat. The blasphemy is in an Aramaic that I cannot understand but the intentions are clear: at least one of us will not continue drawing breaths by morning. The Tanqueray has done this before, yes. But so have I, fagmunchers. So have I.