Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.