end of the line

he pretended to look for some i d his whole life flashed before him he couldn’t see the cop’s face but the outcome was never in doubt he couldn’t see the cold face but he knew the hard heart he had escaped from the bughouse because he was sick of grits and because he wanted to be treated with dignity and respect the cop came closer and smiled the cop came closer and smiled the headlights dimmed you know you don’t have no i d you never had no i d you probably ain’t even got a name your room is waiting for you back in the bughouse back in the bughouse where you belong mr johnson is worried sick about you because he’s your friend your only friend the boys will have a good laugh and poke you in the ribs because they are your only friends you marched a long way your feet must be sore so sore the masquerade is over let’s get the cuffs on you the masquerade is over, that’s from a song i don’t have no remorse i’ll tell that to the warden you do that i’d do it over again you hear that, al? we got a real hard case here it will be much better for your health i don’t care about my health all i wanted was to be free sources: the end of the night, by john d macdonald; rage, by stephen king; journey to the end of the night. by louis-ferdinand celine; death on the installment plan, by louis-ferdinand celine; the prague cemetery, by umberto eco; the stranger, by albert camus; the adventures of darcy dancer, gentleman, by j p donleavy; three way split, by jerry weil; the end - rethinking the revelation, by norman b harrison