Entry 30

So, looks like I got myself a little party guest today.

He was dragged in by a couple of guards who were anything if not sympathetic. He was screaming "It dries white! It driiieeess whiiitttteee!!" as he was thrown into my cell.

I waited for him to stop quivering, then offered him a little cup of water to wash all that pink paint off his face.

Yeah, alright, it was toilet water, but I swear to Colt that stuff is cleaner than the taps around here!

After he calmed down we got to talking and I heard his story.

It was... unfortunate.

Clearly this is a very talented young Pony with his entire life ahead of him, only to end up here in jail due to a slight misunderstanding.

Boy, I'm hungry.