The reasons for not writing are multifaceted, there is some harsh truth in there and I don’t want to face it. I decided to compartmentalize the whole thing and trudge forward balls out into oblivion. Who needs it? Push past the trauma.
Like I wrote, you can’t stand in the street and shake your fist for the rest of your life, just get on with it. Providing whoever tried to clip me is finished. That’s kind of a big deal, and when they locked me up I tried to tell them but they railroaded my ass, period, paragraph end of discussion. I don’t care what anybody says I was poisoned, then mistreated terribly by those fine professionals at the county lockup. To top it off, these cute fucks wanna tell the cops and everybody else I’m on a goddamn drug trip. Yeah, I was on a fucking drug trip you provided me without my knowledge or consent. Who should I see about that? Right, it’s all bullshit because they say it is, everybody knows how that place operates, persona non grata.
The entire place was founded on a throne of corruption and it remains that way until this very day.
Fortunately, I grew up in the oil fields so you’re gonna have to come up with something better than that to kill me off. That’s just all there is to it.
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