MR. ROXY
It gets pretty quiet here
after 2 am. You could hear
a pin drop; 'cept they don't
allow me any. All I hear is
the drip of a niacin-faucet
on a blood red rust-spot.
I force feed the vitamins
to myself. Big deal, I am.
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Once when I was in the
rackets, (What? You think
I played tennis?), I had to
have a man killed. I didn't
kill him, mind you, but to
the law it was one and the
same. The jury saw fit to
amend nothing, just send
me away. Now there are 12
more names on my to-do
list for when I get out. It's
just a matter of time.
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My whole life's been that.
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