in your dream, charlie.
shit.
can it do that?
it's hot.
if i ever get out of here, i'm going to start speaking to my mother. she slept with oscar, and maybe it was oscar's fault, i don't know, and then she sold the story to inside edition. that could have been oscar's idea, too. who knows? but i divorced him. i wonder what she's doing right this minute. i think of her.  whenever i hear about a new pill. ecstasy, zoloft, fenphen, i just think, i hope mama knows about that.