i go get the bail
money.
all of it in large bills.
i look over my shoulder for muggers
and ex wives.
it will be a long day.
courthouse
to jail
do not pass go, around and around.
stand on your head,
touch your nose. repeat after
me this solemn oath.
the lives
of others
are a part of yours,
for better or worse,
blood is a sticky business.
it's how the story goes.
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