This is some gay ass shit.

Wouldn’t be doing it but the parole officer said she wanted to see something written on the fucking notebook. I told her, dear diary shit was for fags, when she mentioned journaling was good for self understanding on what I am doing with my life. Nothing worse then a bitch parole officer. Mrs. Brown. Big ass black chick. She said since I feel that way, she will make it a required aspect of my fucking rehabilitation. Only deal, she wouldn’t read it. But wanted to see pages filled out and didn’t care if it was about my dick or I copied some dick and jane book. Some fucking, able to follow normal rules and orders showed I am adjusting to the outside world again. And I got a job. Part time gig at the pawn shop. Another parole requirement.

Cramping my at home on the couch drinking.

Not sure how this is helping me. Let me see, my life. Was interested in a bitch, ended up learning she was fucking some motherfucker that raped my people. I didn’t react well to it. All I am thinking about is shoving a bat up his ass, after I lube it well with his own blood. Got a Stray locked in my trailer. Kidnapping was never a thing for me, but seems I’m in no hurry to release her. Bars on the windows and double in and out locks …she ain’t going no where. Her fat ass can’t fit through no bars with that cooking dick juice parasite in her.

Thanks Mrs. Bitch, this shit is helping me big time.

Z