On Craig's Tell-All Book...
Okay, who here pictures some sad little book, created in the prison print shop, bound by one of those plastic spiral spines with the giant square hole punches that they hand out at "outdoor school" when you're in 6th grade?
I mean, even if you're in it and he's revealed something horrible and <oooooohh> earth-shattering, let's face it, you're still fighting with that fucking plastic spine and you don't give a shit what's in the book... you just end up throwing it against a wall (Titus style, of course) and shit-canning it!
Besides.... let's face it, what's worse than murder, kidnapping, meth use, prostitute solicitation, stripper face plants and shooting a flailing girl up with morphine whilst your partner tapes up her face and head, and then setting her and your $28K car alight (it was only the cheap X type, fyi) with her body in the back??