My parole officer has nothing to do with it. Very little to do with it. Ok, so she brought me the materials and checks it like I was a third grader writing out lines. Fine.
But if I want to waste my time in my own head, it's no one's fault but my own. You got a problem with that?
Good things can come from an appreciation of the finer things in life. Like what? Like meeting chicks in yoga class. Rich chicks go for that sort of stuff.
Who knows, this may be the dawn of a kinder, gentler Monk.
Ha. Pray for me, children.
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