Stuck here in this hole for an awfully fucking long time. Nothing to do, making faecal paintings on the walls. Need a rock, I'm so strung out now. Even tried to smoke my hair. Urine test that proved my guilt must mean there's something left in me. The warden's searching. They won't find shit. I hid that crackpipe. I swallowed it. And if the warden feels up my ass, he'll probably find them. 16 pieces of glass. I was high as fuck then. 16 fucking times. Didn't even notice. They just slipped down.