I want to be leaning against this building, not inside of it. I want to play my guitar, hear everything that it produces and feel it all. And why can’t I?
I’m stuck here with every person that’s different from me. We’re not alike and yet they try to contain us in this small space. I heard that Maxx tried to escape last night. He’s in the kind of detention I thought only existed in science fiction movies. People here, they don’t understand.