Music:"The King Of The Golden Hall" by Howard Shore
I had a brother. he was 28, I 22. but that was after 10 years in prison. ..I was monkey like on the bars when I wanted to be...but after ten years, all I wanted was freedom. there was a guard that asked me what I wanted (about something else), but all I could do is cry, cause what I wanted, he couldn't give me. and when opportunities for freedom arose, I wasn't willing to run away at risk of getting captured again. hard to describe particulars of dream...prisonlike..the will and rage enough to beat the tar out of someone who insulted my brother by calling him stupid.
Oi. And now to eat some cereal, then go to get paycheck and then work.