It was pretty simple: I fuck off, you fuck off, and we live our lives separately in different parts of the world. So far, that's what has transpired, with some minor inconveniences here and there. In other words, you chumps can bust balls all you want, but I still got your number. Living alone in the woods with my faithful companion, Ashleigh the Dog, made my life much better, regardless of what any criminal organization back home puts on me. These freaks continue to double down on stupid, and all I have to do is collect the evidence. It's not a game. My record speaks for itself. How many of you have ever run inside a burning house and rescued a dying man? It's not my fault that the guy was committing a felony; I didn't know that at the time. After they tried to clip me the same week the case was adjudicated, these dickheads at the DA's office decide to punish me? Let their record speak for itself; all you have to do is open the newspaper. Perverts.
You don't see my name in there involved in any type of scandal, but they are. This is fine.
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