I USED TO BE A MARINE BUT NOW I AM A PYROMANIAC. I START 99% OF MY FIRES WITH FIREWOOD. I JOINED A TRIBE AND GOT IN BIG DUDU. THE POLICE HAD TO SEDUCT ME WITH A SHOT OF I DON’T KNOW WHAT. THEN THEY SENT ME TO A SECLUDED AREA. I HAVE BEEN TO THREE PRISONS. NOT ONE, BUT MANY, PLURAL. I DON’T HAVE A HOUSE. I USED TO, BUT IT WAS FORECLOSED. AS SOON I A HAVE “TRANSITIONED” OUT OF PRISON I WILL LIBERATE IT. UNTIL THEN I AM GOING TO MIGRATE TO OTHER PRISON JUNCTIONS SO I CAN ESCAPE OUT OF PRISON AND GET OUT OF TOWN.
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