they only let me send one letter a week from this panopticon. it is hell. i am bunking with a biker squirrel named bruce. he has done unspeakable things with his gang. now in the slammer on a murder charge, bruce has gone born again. he's 3 feet long and he's shaved off all his fur. instead, he's got tattoos of bikes and damsels and anchors and a porcupine and one that says "nest." bruce is teaching me the ins and outs of the tombs. there are several different crews in here which you must join in order to survive. there's the white power squirrels, the homo thugs, and the visionaries. then there's outsiders like bruce who keep mostly to themselves. i think i better join the roosters if i don't wanna get shanked by a visionary.