Your drug test comes back dirty? If you show me the right amount of green, I can make it all clean.
Got your hand in the cookie jar? You sure as hell better make sure I get most of that cookie.
Miss a restitution payment? I can fix that for the right price.
Forget to finish your community service? My services can take care of that for a small fee.
Miss a court date? A note from me isn't cheap, but it'll clear things up for you.
Cops snag you on some petty ass charge? Making that go away isn't easy, but if the price is right I can resolve it.
You skip work for a little partying and your boss calls me to report it? I only take cash or you take a trip to county.
Keep me happy because you piss me of and it'll cost you. Once you piss me off, don't go worrying about anything except how much you're going to lay on me to make me not pissed off.
You try and play me and I'll send you to the inside with a phone call. Don't ever forget that I own your freedom and your sorry ass.
You want your sorry ass to stay free? That'll cost you.
You always daydream of digging a tunnel out of here. Maybe find a hole in the fence, or you'll just walk right out of here through a door someone left standing wide open. Or you fantasize about pulling some serious Steve McQueen action, except you land on an island full of woman and beer.
Then you snap out of it and realize there is no escape. There's just survival. I learned about both waking up in a prison hospital bed full of stitches and broken bones. Thing was, when I woke up, I knew what happened and I wasn't pissed off or scared. I was just, well, serene. I was a coward all my life, the kid who always ran the other way, the petty thief who was deathly afraid of getting caught, the inmate scared of being killed inside...all that was gone.
This was larger than breaking out of any four walls. I'd made the greatest escape of all. I had escaped my fear.
Some folks claimed he was a master at mass hypnosis. Others said he used some sort of nerve gas shit or some other drug that made people hallucinate, put ‘em on a bad trip. No one did figure out how he scared the shit outta' folks. Hell, the FBI even paid old Forrester a visit to tryin' find out how he pulled that shit off. Some other feds from some military or spy agency even talked to him... so the story goes.
I was a loser, a bumbling clown, the ass end of petty thievery, the laughing stock on the streets . Then I lost it all. Lost my girl, my mother, my freedom, my will. I gave into to my fear. My ignorance nearly got me killed. That was the greatest day of my life, the day the weight of a mountain was lifted from my very soul...the day my fear just washed away.