"It's sad that I know that. I know that I'm pretty goddamn lucky but god..It's so irritating though." He grumbled with a frustrated noise as he roughly ran a hand through his hair, "It's like having my hands tied up constantly so I can't do a damn thing but I have to watch the world keep spinning. Fucking prison would give me more to do than I have there. Which is kind of ironic." Seifer was under no illusions that the only reason his ass hadn't ended up on the auction block long before now due to just the sheer amount of jail time he would have earned for his drunk and disorderly arrests was only because of Kate and the other cops she worked with taking a shine to him.
Seifer chuckled at the notion of a little plaque above the horrid looking toilet with his name engraved on it and a dedication to his time there. "When you finally do, make sure you send me a picture of it. Maybe have a little commemoration ceremony and pour a bourbon on it to celebrate." He commented with a grin, "You know, something classy like that."