Another morning, another kick in the feet...

5 am call time. Location: Tihar Jail. It’s cold, November is here and so are you. You are both locked in prison until the sun decides to shine its happy face on you again. It’s 0 degrees now. The snow will be here soon. Christmas is going to suck in jail. Your father will be devastated when he finds out you are still here and he is still there. You spent your birthday in jail and got a roll of toilet paper as a present. You ran out of toilet paper and have been wiping your ass with your left hand for weeks. It may now smell like shit permanently. You are hungry and all there is in jail is dirty rice and chili broth. That guard in ward 4 hates you and curses at you every time you walk by. There are powerful people trying to keep you in Asia’s biggest maximum security prison for as long as they possibly can. Your embassy has no idea what to do or how to help you anymore. Your mother thinks you deserve this because you’re stupid and you followed your idiot boyfriend. You are broke and have no more money to pay corrupt lawyers and judges. You have no place to live anymore back in America. You look like shit. Your acting career is over. You may die here before all this is over. But today is Saturday, so forget about all those negative thoughts about the future and just take a fucking shower for pete’s sake.