When I stepped into the panic quilt, she wanted to tell me that the problem was before we spoke. I made a mistake and got married. It makes a bird in the nest. What did the goddamn scam say?
I failed in the gap, but somehow I failed. The danger of coming home is stuck in my head like a dagger. I had to get money, society was calling me, I was asked to go out. I wish I hadn't left prison. I've been out for a few months. But what a beautiful life there. I finally spent six months in jail, for free. Maybe it was the last six months of my life. Free food, bed, doctor, free menu, pre-grace life, was nice.
I had to escape from the house before the landlord arrived. We had enough queen for years. I was gonna close it now. There was a way I could find the money, we didn't win. But I can't make another plan. Some problems and a few kids are trying to find him. I panicked.
I wore my black cloth pants quickly. His iron was broken, but if I did, there would be iron and irony in the room. I gave up and I wore a torn jacket to my shirt and my son. My wife was still shouting when I wore my shoes:
When I went to the street, I could still hear the sound. I have a lot of money for a cup of tea in my pocket, but somebody's giving orders. I was in very bad shape with my ass. Nobody worked today. The old man filled the end of human coffee. Same every year.
