Now. Im going to say some words. As to the direction in which I am inferring them I was given, as they say, a Chinamens Chance. How dare you approach me in the manor by which you had; twice. What grown man, who prides himself on his sensibilities and ardent adherence to his internal moral compass finds it within himself acceptable to; repeatably, get drunk & berate a mentally disabled person half his size and and 1/8th his weight? Looming over him with the assurance that: You dont know him. & You dont know how he did it, but your sure the guy whom, as you yourself agrees spends the majority of the month inside one, ONE, singular room, MUST, be the cause of... of.... well, you never really say do you? You pose what you think might have occurred. You posit lives I might have lived, people I might have been leading up to these events that, IF all these things are in succession true would make sense. But they do not. Because the truth of it is this. ... We do not know each other. You do not know me. Now. Now. I know this is where everyone puffs up and goes: Save it. No seriously save it. You dont know me. Pick a name. Pick one. At your silly b!tch leisure, off my friends list. Call Josh. Theyll let you know. Call no one. I dont give a good golly gumb-drop-f*. The last time we had this conversation I had explained that there is a well developed cushion of people between the work: GOOD work I have been doing to arrest the terminal catastrophe that my mental state had become over a lifetime of people like you; & people like you. We, all of us think it would just be better for everyone involved for you to be something more pitied than feared. Wish I knew why you were so angry, but the general consensus is, I dont have to care. So; and trust me on this one, in the most fundamental way; such that were you aflame so as to expire to piss you out sir, Id have no desire.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 14:16:15 +0000