I think they call this the crazies. You get all locked up in this joint, nothin to do, nowhere to go, and things start... gettin to ya. Time flies by but ticks maddeningly slow. Fingers start twitchin' like a lizurd's tail. Your eyes keep shiftin back and forth, but they're not lookin at anything in partic'lar. Sometimes you just wanna jump up
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