Let me tell you how I got here. I never pictured myself behind bars, but the higher powers in this house have been plotting this for some time. It looks fun from the outside, but I feel like a puppy. Apparently this walking thing was cute for about a month. Then I picked up the pace a little. You know, you gotta make them sweat. It's not like mom and dad actually NEEDED to get things done around the house.
I will find a weakness. Don't they know this can't hold me? ME, Josiah "No Fear" Johnson.
Remembering simpler times when I roamed the halls with my teddy.
Is this punishment for making a kid cry at the T-house? I didn't mean to.
My love is just too big for some people.
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