I woke up in a pool, but it wasn't a swimming pool — it was a pool of *****. My arms were bound by invisible bands so as to keep me from swimming to dryer bedding. ***** had become my captor from which (or from whom) there were no reprieves, no hearings, no plea bargains, no appeals. I tried to reason with it, the *****. I said: “Hey *****, how's 'bout lettin' me go?” & “You're lookin' good today.” But it was to no avail—***** didn't care, ***** ain't no Boy Scout.