First thing he did when he got out was go to the hamburger stand and order three milkshakes, one of each flavor. Two years, seven months in his cell and the only change of scenery he got was recreation hour. He could see the hamburger stand through three layers of barbed wire from the concrete yard behind the cell house. The third milkshake, the chocolate one, melted by the time he got to it, his stomach crying out for release and his taste buds thoroughly frozen. But he pushed on until he felt sick, determined to suck the milkshake dry.
ReleaseIn by Chris on January 1, 2011 at 9:02 pm