I will never make a decent living staying here I sighed. I ruined everything. I'm fed up with this place. Revolving door jobs are the only ones that take me.
Your a dogs body like the rest of us. Was Freds reply.
Why are you on the computer again? Not ****ing Facebook. Fine, I'll log off and join you. And no I am reading. Supposedly my medication has similar properties to ecstasy. And In American prison it's street name is: snooze berries. I may as well have been talking to a brick wall.

You know I want to write a book one day.
And what makes you so special?
Why are you with me If I'm nothing special?
I'm not just with you because I feel sorry for you....
That was as far as that conversation ever got.