I've replaced my vigorous physical regimen with self reflection and bible study.  Before entering the joint, I'd never read the word of God.  Having now gotten through about sixty pages, I must say: Not bad!   I have formed my own solitary bund and now control the prison's Final Fight machine.  It is one of the few things not nailed down that thankfully won't fit up my butt - though my jailhouse peers have several times threatened to attempt insertion.   I have only one rule: don't put your cigarette on the machine!  I made a sign saying just that and attached it to the faceplate with toothpaste.  I've been slowly playing through the game for the first time in many years, and am enjoying myself immensely.  Every morning I awake prepared to reclaim the high score from a Capcom employee called AKB; the record of my previous day's labors being destroyed nightly at lights out.

Until I'm sprung, Final Fight is my only connection to the world of video games.   I have decided to make the best of it and create a serialized comic strip that combines my current obsessions:  Final Fight, Christian salvation, life inside, and Seanbaby.  I have plotted sixty eight-panel strips and will present one a week until I run out or am released.  The comic can be enjoyed on one level as a rousing, masculine tale of action and adventure within the prison system.   But for those of you wanting to attempt a deeper critical analysis of the work, it is the story of Mayor Mike Haggar's trek across Metro-City presented as a metaphor for the journey of the soul.

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