The floods are drained away, and there is nothing left to me but a parched dullness, more hatesome than ever for my dread of it is eternal.

I'm the one riding dirty with all kinds of shit in the car with me. If the police stop me and search me, I'm gone for life.

Spanish moss

It's perhaps fitting that I write this introduction in jail—that graduate school of survival. Here you learn how to use toothpaste as glue, fashion a shiv out of a spoon and build intricate communication networks.