That's what I am now. Thismust have all started when I swallowed that shiny marble. I'm leaning ona tree in my new swampy home, trying to remember wha... just happened somehours ago.***I was an inmate in a state penitentiary. One of the chosen prisoners thatwas finally put to do roadside cleanup. I was on good behavior with a fewothers and we were bused to some lonely place in the middle of nowherenear some freeway. It was a long and hard day, but we picked up lots oftrash and junk off the roads.. After the light buffet supper, theDJ started to play, and everyone got up to dance. One of the boys inher group actually asked her for a slow dance, which she eagerlyaccepted. While she was considered a girl, everyone knew her origin,and she did get a few strange looks from a few members of theaforementioned bigoted groups. Actually, her partner did, similar towhat had happened years ago to one of the most senior senseis of her TaeKwon Do system in the area. The lady in question had also. "I gave her my best withering look, and didn't take up her flirting opener "If you want to eat Italian, I was more hoping for something like the pizza place at the bottom of the High Street. I'll promise you the real one next time. My treat." Well if your paying for that, then let the pizzas be on me."As we walked along the road she asked "What's all this about then?"I explained that I was meeting Beth, trying to take things into my hands, into my control, but I was so scared. We talked about a. You can't help but smile as you start to drive to work and by start,you really mean it as you manage to drive at best,a block away from your apartment before getting caught in the morning rush hour.If the road were a can,your car would be one of many sardines in it as in every direction,you're flanked by people who are presumably off to work as well.In any other day,you would be a boiling kettle right now,spewing hot steam as you impatiently wait for the traffic to move,but today was not like.