Edwin was from Philadelphia and therefore

Edwin was from Philadelphia and therefore disgusted byt the recent flavored pretzel phenomenon. It was an outrage. Cheese was bad enough, but apple connamon? NO! He decided to kill

some time walking to his favorite pretzel stand where Carlos had always a smile and a salty treat for him,but getting there would not be easy

because he didn't have his Segway. How was he going to get that salty, warm, buttery, soft pretzel at the other corner without

transportation? What about throwing a fake seizure fit? But how would that get the pretzel to me? Wait, what if I go into seizures because of a pretzel shortage?

Oh that would never work. I am going to hop on the bus, not pay my fare, and if the bus driver kicks me off I will slap him. I am going to get that pretzel even if it

strange exercise I would do sometimes in the yard, I always found it to be a nice way to limber up, but it got me the nickname of "pretty boy" around the yard. That and a sore anus

and flowers. I've always loved them, especially from my cellmate. One time we tried to break out of prison through a hole, but in retrospect I think it was just an attempt to

deal with some lingering Oedipal issues by symbolically recreating my own birth. I tried to tell Lifer Bill about dynamic repression of mother-possession urges, but he just

snorted into his chocolate milk and giggled. Never mind; a new day was dawning at Shady View Hospital. I was in charge now, and patients would be treated like people, not animals.