When it’s too late to change who you got locked up with

Well in case anyone thinks this is me trying to send a message you can stop right there, am blessed to be able to have access to wifi now I’m locked in the bathroom after a recent spat of name calling. It’s not that bad honestly the water is still on and given it’s summer I really don’t mind the cool marble floor, it’s kind of nice. My bad has adjusted to the firm floor and the two towels which once dried our lovely bodies together are now my mattress.

It’s a matter of perspective I think, sure the name calling was uncalled for just like the 14 nails that secure my 3 foot by 4 foot lux apartment that has wifi, running water, toilet with a bum squirter and enough shampoo honestly to last me the rest of 2020. Food could become an issue but luckily our maid is still responding to my messages on what’s app and bringing food to the window so it seems like I can manage.

Now while I joke and laugh to myself, because that’s what we all are doing now and finding yourself talking to the wall and laughing at literally nothing. Maybe you are not the sunshine that your mother told you were, maybe you are a royal pain in the butt. Maybe just maybe you could make a little effort to be a better inmate and make your jail buddy’s life a tad better.

Do the right thing and survive and be a positive beacon to whoever you are locked away with.

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