May 23, 2019:

Escape from Stalag 4-5-6!

Elated with broken arm. Though the arm's not what we care about. It's sixth grade graduation day, there'll be no more of that sick fuck The Warden who runs this shitty prison. That deserves more than a little elation.

No more of his right-wing monologues supporting The John Birch Society or the War in Vietnam. No more of his contemptuous sarcasm savagely slagging the kids' parents or the kids themselves. No more of his eye-rolling refusals to answer my questions.

I can't even look at him. We're supposed to pose together for our goodbye portrait, but I'm looking off to the left, one foot out that metaphorical door, my back to him, coiled like a spring, ready to bolt the millisecond the shutter clicks.

Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty I'm free at last!