He just wrote it. He buried himself in words. He didn't need paper to succeed, he just flew in an airplane suspended by thoughts- not his, but big strong thoughts- he flew, upon letters of recommendation and capital sentences: to jump his bail, fly the coop, escape from jail. He folded his passion in life ori-gami, gave it some ****** with his mind, and off it went, finding some draft in the stale and lifeless air. He lept off the cliff, and what luck- He flew.