Get busy Livin’ or get busy Dyin’
That’s God Damn right. For the second time in my life, I’m guilty of committing a crime. Parole violation this time. Of course, I doubt they’ll throw up any roadblocks for that, not for an old crook like me. I find I can barely sit still I’m so excited. I can hardly hold a thought in my head. Must be the excitement only a free man can feel at the start of a long journey with an uncertain conclusion. Can I make it across the border? Will I see my friend and shake his hand? I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.
