I can't believe that somehow I actually have something to say. I living out the "Drifter's Escape" in a way. "Help me in my weakness", I heard the drifter say, "and I still do not know what it was what I done wrong?"

The judge cast his robe aside, a tear came to his eye...

"You fail to understand", he said. Why must you even try?

Just then a bolt of lightening stuck the court house out of shape, and as everyone knelt down to pray, the drifter did escape...

If you understand this metaphor at all, then you may know why I finally have something to write about :)