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NIghtly Inspection
2003-09-02 - 3:16 a.m.


before/after
strangely non-functional guestbook

Johnell looked at me.

"Maaan!  E're night!  E're night this week!

E're time you work, you dump my personals."

I inadvertantly dumped the personal shelf of

his footlocker down into the lower portion of the box

when I did the nightly inspection.

Every night that big dumb thug would stand idly by

while white bread me inspected everyone, and in the

process of looking for dust, dumped his personal tray.

Night after night after night.  Toiletries everywhere.

Later on, when they became my group in title

as well as in fact

I would root through all their belongings

and beddings, looking for contraband,

making quite a mess of everything,

inadvertently breaking them down

and pushing their buttons in the process, hardly

ever finding anything of relevance,

but really tearing up the place at least weekly.

After awhile, I think they took it as a sign

of love, that I would climb into their lives

like no father ever did. 

"You like me the best

don' you, Mr.Argentum.  You always tear

up my stuff the most out of arybody."  Johnell said,

looking at me with obvious affection.

I was looking for porn.  Porn and homeade shanks.

Things they couldn't have.

Later on, I heard that he got arrested again,

fled the courtroom in the middle of arraignment,

quite the spectacle.

I guess Johnell still had some things to work on.


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