When I Get Out of this Place.
Woke up that day – head splitting couldn’t even think straight -man, I needed a fix so I called up Snake on my cell. Cool Snake – came over right away – reassured me that I was getting the best because the price was way too high. Had no option had to buy – it’s pure said Snake real pure – I trusted Snake implicitly he was like a mother and father to me. I saw a crafty gleam in his eye – but I put that down to the wad of cash that he was stuffing into his pocket. I know not to trust when the eyes don’t match the smile – somewhere I was smelling a rat but wouldn’t let myself believe it – not Snake.
I’m telling you this from a hospital bed – they thought I’d never make it. I’m keeping myself alive by thinking about what I’ll do to Snake when I get out of this place. Reckon I might chop him up and put him through a mincer – mince pies – Snake’s eyes – laughing, laughing, laughing at me.
What’s that you say – just get on with the story. Well yeah – wasn’t long before I felt really weird man like I was turned into some kind of robot. I felt like real powerful, like I could do anything – walking down the street, I could see the fear in people – keeping out of my way like they knew by instinct I was someone real special – someone not to be messed with. Next thing I know, I wake up in hospital. Next time I see Snake I’ll mess with him for getting me into this place.
I decided what to do – discharge myself from the hospital and then go round and kick his head in. What’s that they were saying – that I’m on a criminal charge arising from assault – and if they don’t make it then I’ll be charged with murder. Murder, murder, homicide – I think I will commit suicide – but not before I get out of here and put a stranglehold on Snake. Snakes a disgrace – if anyone needs to be murdered, it’s Snake for feeding me bad coke.
So, anyhow, I start to get up from that hospital bed, pushing this visitor who keeps asking me questions out of the way. Suddenly find I am surrounded by staff and one is holding up a hypodermic needle. As one of them puts in the needle, another one says to me – to avoid this situation from happening again – you need to be informed that you are not in psychiatric emergency now – you are in our maximum security ward for those who we consider to be criminally insane. I felt something break inside my head, and then the lights went down.
The guy I apparently hit didn’t die. One day I was drugged up and taken to a courtroom –don’t know much what happened there but I got brought back here. No, not doing time, just here they tell me at the judge’s discretion. So here I am just biding my time and keeping myself alive thinking of what I’m going to do to Snake when I get out of this place.
