Dear OCW,
Fuck all of you. I couldn't tell you the date if you asked me anymore, I couldn't tell you the time anymore. I wake up to screams and gun shots as if I were in a war movie. The first smell to enter my nose is the smell of urine and feces. After Barbarian and I single handedly decimated the "Latin Kings" we were split up. I haven't seen Shrek in a long while. As the days go on I hate each and every one of you more and more. You people make me sick. You walk to the ring with your tights on with not a care in the world. The younger guard tells me all about what's going on. He marks hard for the faces of fear... So I tried to cut his ass with my make-shift blade.(Got me a week of solitary) He told me that Steven Jones returned. GREAT, now the main eventer is going to fight the whole roster in a complaint war for the CCW title. When I return people will learn where they stand on the food chain. You don't know what it's like to feel like a caged....a caged... ANIMAL!
I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING PLACE!
...It won't be long before they take off the muzzle and let this beast shred the roster to pieces. Prison changes a man's will, I will kill all of you.
Love,
Adrian Bold