Monday, March 21, 2011
An amble through rambles.
Filling up on gas. It seems like something so small and pedestrian couldn't be missed, but it was things like that, that he missed the most. Sometimes he would get a wiff of petrol from his cell window as a car wizzed by, he would begin to think about her and that week so long ago they drove up north together. That was the thing prison really took away he thought. Not just your freedom, but the little things too.