Yes, I did have a breakout. I broke out of your mental prison, the one that lets you in my head. Instead, I chose to go places with my friend Jenna. Santa Barbara was nice. So was San Diego....San Francisco....Las Vegas.....Malibu.....etc.

I stood on the beach, turned to shore, and fell backwards into the water. My baptism made me reborn as I promised to not let you fuck with my head. I cleansed my soul. Have you? I doubt it. Last time I saw you, you were at Gladstone's on Pacific Coast Highway dumpster diving in the seafood restaurant's trash. I saw you rubbing rank tuna in your hands like so much play doh and then smelling your fingers, moaning like a drunk guy after his 11th shot.