I give my P.O. a dirty urine. Hey, I've had enough of prison, so I get into a residential drug program. But the problem is I think I know everything, but I don't know S-T about myself. I knew this was the place I needed to be. Familiar faces were everywhere, some I knew some I had just come across, but everybody had purpose in their eyes.
People actually look happy.
Instead of taking from the people I'm giving, life has finally come full circle I'm finally living.