The television is on and some old western is playing, the one with those really cool mesas in silhouette where all the cowboys tear around swinging their lassos and shagging the indians wives who are as usual in need of good raping. Around the TV set are bundles of rope which are, as usual, Johnny's pathetic attempt at making nooses. There is also one big loop on the floor, which it probably supposed to be a lasso.

He never really cared about the punishment. Sitting in a tin shed in the boiling sun for a couple of days was actually quite interesting. He had time to think about nicer things like sugar.

Remorse