I got poisonality!
Greetings from the refuge! How are you? I'm okay. Guess I wasn't much help yesterday. Snyder soaked me real good with my crutch. Oh yeah, Jack, this is Crutchie by the way. These here guards, they is rude. They say jump, boy, you jump or you're screwed. But the food ain't so bad 'least so far, 'cause so far they ain't brung us no food. Ha-ha. Anyway, so guess what? There's this secret escape plan I got: tie a sheet to the bed, toss the end out the window, climb down, then take off like a shot! Maybe though, not tonight. I ain't slept and my leg still ain't right. Hey, but Pulitzer, he's goin' down! And, then, Jack, I was thinking we might just go, like you was sayin'... "where it's clean and green and pretty, with no buildings in your way... when that train makes..." I'll be fine, good as new. But there's one thing I need you to do: on the rooftop you said that a fam'ly looks out for each other. The end. Your friend... Your best friend, Crutchie
