This paper isn't meant as a confession, or a statement of truth;
it's meant as an honest expression of my mind, and my thoughts on what has unfolded so far.
I'm innocent.That's an undeniable fact: I did not commit the second crime which led me to suffer behind bars as I do now.
Okay, look, I'll admit, I have a slight drinking issue, maybe a problem, even.
But I did see a psychiatrist one time - not that that helped at all - and I have been to the doctors' on multiple occasions for a variety of alcohol-related checkups and issues.
None of that helped.Can I really be blamed for overindulging in the only hobby I have left?
I mean, it's not like we do work on this godforsaken tourist island.
We just sit around and go "ooh, ahh" at the various sights that frankly any city on Earth or Mars could have.
It's not fair, though, that I should be abducted off the streets and ridiculed by my peers.
It's insane! It's crazy, it's mad, it's ridiculous.