2003aug24. In the mornings I hie myself to the lavatory for the morning’s ablutions. Today, I almost kicked over a bowl on the floor. I grabbed the bowl, and brought it up to ponder it: what the hell was a bowl doing on the bathroom floor? Then, in my non-spectacle-wearing grogginess, I realized that there was an off-brand sticky-backed paper note attached to the bowl. On it was written one word, in upper case all spaced out and stuff to make it more important.
S C O R P –I quickly put the bowl back in the same spot, ending the fleeting freedom of our recent prisoner “Mr. Stingy.”