There are no scraps in my scrapbook.   Have a nice day.

 

Water under the bridge

In the past I was always willing to let bygones be bygones except for when my wife got busted cheating, it was a private matter until she involved everyone else. I deserved better and she’s knows it.  I have no feelings for her what so ever.  I don’t wish her well or ill, I just want her out of my life.  I was never jealous but you’re not dragging someone else in our bed and then continue to bring them into our home and expect me to act normal   

You don’t lie to the cops in order to ruin your father and have him locked in a cage because their mommy got busted being a filthy floozy for the final time. I’ve heard and seen enough from her and both of those children.  If the kids don’t want to know me it breaks my heart, but both of these adults have been manipulated and weaponized during our divorce. I need to protect myself from them all. The kids know where to find me but shouldn’t expect a Christmas card anytime in the future.  Consider me dead.  Fuck, you already tried murder me once with poison and it really sucks for you that it wasn’t successful.  You don’t try to poison your dad and expect him to forgive and forget.  It’s lucky for you some people were able to sweep it under the rug to avoid embarrassing the county. I wonder who that was?  

As for the little cutesy time Ron Wood wannabe who lived next door to me back in California I took careful notes on everything you said about all the people you knew at the club. He talks more shit than ten barbers and he dished a lot of dirt on some very powerful people.  Eat a dick discount Rod Stewart, It wouldn’t be the first.

Her stupid spoiled cousin, the frog who thinks he’s a prince can send all the people he wants I’m not interested or intimidated by his lame ass standing outside my hotel talking shit like a little bitch.  I always thought you were an asshole and so does everybody else but you toss a little money around and you’re a saint? The ex wives say otherwise,   Shave and go home.  Same goes for the ambulance driver dude following me all over hells creation like he’s something special.  I’ve got names dates times and license plate numbers what do they need.  

What a screwed up family.  I did my best but it wasn’t good enough.  It’s called failure but I’ll survive and go on to thrive with or without you   I only pray your never experience this kind of betrayal and disappointment from your own children   

 

I can’t get no satisfaction

 Scarred for life.