I'm done having my ass kicked all over to hell and gone. This has been a long strange trip, you couldn't really call it a bummer, it's more of lesson. A journey of self discovery and I realized how everything before that terrible event was preparing me for what was to come in the aftermath. Im not the one to throw the word terrified around too much but when you went through what happened to me I am recovering from the PTSD given to me by the county, it's not right.
They don't give a shit about the truth it's just another coverup where somebody got royally screwed and these smug corrupt shitbags know it. I don't want to see anybody go to jail at this point and never really did, that's not me. They labeled me an outlaw and were more worried about what I might do in revenge than actually turning some detectives onto a couple of people for questioning in the matter of my attempted murder. This is due to their corruption not my own. There were some folks with ulterior motives that needed me gone and I've got receipts.
The truth is, I've only got a speeding ticket on my record and that's it. I don't make it a habit to break the law but people don't like what I write and don't think I should be doing it. That's too bad. They took their best shot and here I am on the other side of that life. I won't present such an easy target for you next time. That's what I learned. Whoever was responsible.
At the same time, a mans gotta know his limitations. That's why I'm living in a two room cabin in the woods far far away from those people who did something. It could have been anybody. There was a lot of heat on me from the democrats during and after covid, the election of 2020, the riots and so forth. Anybody who questioned Biden or Newscum was labeled an enema of the state.
It's crazy but that's how fucked up they are. So much weird shit happened leading up to that night, I've got a list of suspects and that's it. It's pretty long because I don't know who did it. Usually it's the ex and the lover but they didn't think it was necessary to investigate (probably because of her friend in the crime lab). I even heard one of the nurses referring to me as Sunny von Bulow but I didn't take the bait or say a word. This is fine. You won't get another opportunity. I knew the story better than that skank. I told my kids the story of Klaus von Bulow that's how I know who did it and why they'd rather see me dead than somebody get in trouble. I know, but I don't know. That's why they are afraid of me.
Forgot to mention somebody bought me a burial plot and a funeral a week before that, but the official story is I poisoned myself. My blood glucose was in the 40s, only insulin does that or a drug that spikes insulin which is why I was hallucinating and there was plenty of it in the house. It won't show up in a standard tox screen so get the fuck out of here with that bullshit about I Poisoned myself. It's not about that any longer. I lost 95 pounds out of sheer determination in order to get off glyburide and it all disappeared after that night. so whatever. I know what I know and that's it.
It was all a terrible coincidence and miscommunication where the only person who gets hung out to dry is the victim. I hate that word victim but what else do you call it? Somebody mishandled things, they thought it was a joke, as it turns out it wasn't and I will be laughing all the way to the bank.
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