Category: Prologue

I remember a late 80s punk rock  song. There’s a heavy, eerie bass in the background. A guy is shouting, over and over, “Dad, I’m in jail!”, “I’m in jail !, Dad!, jail”,. Then, assertively ”  I’m in jaaaaiiil Dad, jaaaiiillll!  and  you know, I LIKE IT HERE !” I’m in JAIL and they’re throwing away the key!!”
A guy trying to assert himself against an overbearing father. An oedipal complex played out though self destruction. Anyway, that’s not what I’ll be writing about here, but still, I GOT FIRED!

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