Time passes slowly in locko; or the passage of time in the outside world has become rather irrelevant with the focus on matters close to home. There is less urgency to wondering about things. Like the Hamilton whinge shirt @ the last F1 Grand Prix.
Who was the lady concerned? A paramedic. Clap, clap, clap. Who had the poor taste to pick as her boyfriend, a drug dealer who started shooting when the police closed in on him.
Agent of her own misfortune? Check. Innocent victim? Sort of. Non-caucasian like Louie? Check.
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