Sweatin' to the Oldies.

While I was incarcerated, they had the gall to bring me a bologna sandwich for breakfast. Fried bologna and eggs? That's at least understandable , but I mean a raw, cold, bologna sandwich . Anders Breivik mows down an entire summer camp, and you mean to tell me that he gets treated to steak dinners? All I did was operate under the mistaken premise that it would be cool if I walked into a store and took things that did not belong to me. He killed people. I guess I just can't afford justice. By the way, I just want to tell people right now, if I were to ever start sweating on T.V., I'd want you to simply just pull the video feed. I'm not going to be sweating on T.V. It's not going to be that kind of operation.