by Scott Creighton
Nothing like the comfort of old friends in the face of the storm
Salvation Army food comes door to door (best prison chow ever)
Real army food (dear God) guarded by Kitten as someone took the Chili Mac!
The rare blessings of ice (no not Vanilla Ice)
Gifts from an angel
And in the end, with a little help from our friends, Fuck Milton. This is Tampa bitches. King Kong ain't got shit on us.
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