Ah but
I am not the violent type of crazy, more of the sad or depressed type of crazy. I am only a danager to myself. I would not last very long in jail, I'd most likely annoy the wrong person and get a shiv stuck into my gut and die.
Mental Hospitals I can survive in, higher security, and I seem to get along with crazy people. All I have to do is make them laugh, or give them items off my food tray, or do arts and crafts for them at activity time. Just make friends with the psychopaths so they don't try to hurt or kill me. :)
Ah come on, you can visit me on weekends. I'll make a leather belt or wallet for you. :)
"Lady I only speak two languages, English and Bad English!" - Corbin Dallas "The Fifth Element"
