Now that we’ve got all those inconvenient little details out of the way I’d like to show you how a mortally wounded man managed to rebuild his life through faith. Because the only thing that prevented me from driving off the Snake River Canyon once and for all was God.
Go read the great novel The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck and maybe you will understand how I feel/felt with my home and family torn to pieces. They blame me for everything, this is fine.
What are you gonna do stand in the street and shake your fist?
That’s why half of the mentally ill people in the streets are so messed up out there waving weapons around and shit. They’d rather be out in the streets taking their chances than being abused inside a snake pit and I don’t blame them.
Given the same choice Id rather never see them again either because I told them over and over again there is nothing wrong with me that can’t be repaired by me. I’m not violent except in the defense of another person, the record shows this and to twist it around any other way is utter nonsense.
The next time I see an old man getting his ass kicked by a guy 30 years younger I will video tape it instead of stop it. Because I’m going to remember how the people paid to do a job didn’t care about me.
The next time I roll up on a burning building I won’t rescue the putz inside who dropped a match that was dying, I will video tape it and call somebody else. Because I’m going to remember the people who are paid to do a job and how they didn’t give a rats ass if I died that night.
I’ve done my part and was repaid with treachery.
I figured anyone else placed in a similar situation would do the same. Yeah, maybe if it was 1955, but we ain’t in Kansas anymore little buddy, beam me up Scotty because this place sucks harshly…
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