Raider fans anonymous

I've been slightly depressed by the end of the football season, as if it is not depressing enough to have been an undercover Raider fan since the 90s.  That's where it gets complicated, all these years laughing on the outside and crying on the inside.  A sad clown, who never had the makings of a varsity athlete...

Raider fans have complicated lives. All you need to do is ask a handful of them, and I'm sure they’ll have stories that could raise the hair on the back of your neck.  I spent enough time babysitting them in state prison, handing out aspirin and toilet paper so regular people could lead ordinary lives. You should be glad we have prisons.  

I put that ordeal in the rearview mirror a long time ago until my sister's husband got out of the pen and made a beef about it.  Fuck that guy.  If you had any idea who that piece of slime was who did that cheesy prison art in downtown Bako, you'd have that shit sandblasted off.  The last time I was in town, when I saw the work, it all made sense.  That coward mothefucker needed to finish me off so he could do his little artwork, and that sister of mine helped him.  He's not supposed to be in Kern County as a condition of his parole, considering his victim is still alive and well, living there.  

The felon that this bleeding heart liberal brought home, who just so happened to be absconding on parole, but he lied, or I'd have body slammed him and choked him out, and she knew it, turned out to be a lazy, racist, drug addict, thief.  

Enjoy that artwork though, whenever you drive by it I want you to remember the person they almost killed to do it, that's me.  Ironically, this modern masterpiece is only a few blocks from the downtown jail; that dude doesn't deserve any honor whatsoever.    

My sister and her husband belong in prison together.  Along with anybody else who was part of that bullshit deal where they tried to kill me and told a bunch of lies to my old friends, the cops.  Who then saw fit to harass the dogshit out of me until I left California for good.  They wouldn't even take a report on the attempted murder thanks to my sister and her little badge.  Thanks for destroying my business and making me homeless. Don't worry about me, I'm still standing, no thanks to any of you.  And I'm not going away, and I'm not giving up because right makes might every time.