Fiona Apple was arrested for hash possession Thursday — which, come on, seriously? On Friday, she related her jailbird blues to a concert audience in Houston.

Now, I get the gist of what Apple is saying here, but it's muddled and weird — sort of like the ramblings of someone who smokes a lot of hash. Not that I'm judging.

Now, most of the people were very nice to me. There are four of you out there, and I want you to know that I heard everything you did. I wrote it all down with your names and everything you did and said stupidly thinking that I couldn't hear or see you. I then ripped the paper up, but not before I encoded it and — I got two lock boxes. We'll call them "holding cell one" and "holding cell two." In "holding cell one" is the encoded version of the shit that you did that I know was inappropriate and probably illegal. In "holding cell two" is the decoder. I'm the only one who holds the key, and you and I will be intimate forever because I will hold that secret forever. Unless of course the celebrity that you had so much interest in but you wanted to accuse me of bringing up while you laughed at me all night? Unless you're interested in being a celebrity, I'll make you fucking famous any time you ask and I'll open those boxes. So why don't you stay in your fucking holding cell?

I'm sure lots of people would like to be celebrities and/or intimate with Fiona Apple, but I don't think she means either in a positive way.