IÂ was Jake Gyllenhaal acting in a movie about a man who’d committed a murder in his youth and gotten away with it. This guy/Jake/I went on to get married and have a couple kids – and basically grew up and out of that murderous phase.
Well, thanks to the magic of DNA and Cold Case five-oh, this guy/Jake/I end(s) up getting caught and convicted of murder.
As my dream draws to a close, this guy/Jake/I get(s) put into a prison truck and hauled away, watching the wife and two kids from within the truck.
And the only thing that’s in this guy’s/Jake’s/my head is this dude I heard talking on GMA yesterday morning about how much nicer America’s prisons are nowadays. And the feeling in this guy’s/Jake’s/my gut is despair beyond the depths of Atlantis, a sadness so hard it hurt.
Melodrama at its finest.
But what I really want to say is that I’d like that guy from GMA to spend a week in the joint and come back talking about his pleasant stay.
Good day.
Sorry, not as good as my dreams.
prove it.
My firefox has decided that the MySpace favicon is also your favicon in my links bar.
well, this is devious bloggery.
are you trying to tell me you’re gay?
j/k baby.
i’m trying to tell you i don’t want to go to prison.
so don’t be a snitch.