I am handcuffed to a pipe in Mitch’s basement writing out the next patch. Occasionally get to eat what the dog doesn’t finish in their bowl, haven’t been able to go outside in a few weeks so I think I’m safe from the virus. Been using Mitch’s face towl as TP but I don’t think he has noticed yet. Waiting for the national guard to find me, SOS, till next time the Hughes Net satellite comes around to give WiFi where ever the fuck this basement is.