Sweet Jail
The other girl stood behind me with a base ball bat
just waiting for the chance to strike. As the first girl cleaned my
wounds and taped my ankles I did my best to explain what had happened.
I wasn’t sure she belived but she said she wouldn’t call the cops if I
repaired the damege I had done. I of ocourse agreed. She said I was to
come back that week end and repair the bushes, fill in holes I had made
in the lawn, and I was to do all the yard work around the house. Fine I
said hopping that was it. But I was also to clean the carpets where my
blood had spilled and all the other carpets and floors. Ok, anything to
stay out of jail.
