Monday, January 28, 2013

Just Me

   Hello, how has life been treating You, Myself? Not so bad I guess, I aint in jail, nor have I been recently. I just got so sick and tired of repeating Myself over and over with no avail. I had to stop writing for a spell. Today I am here just to offer a final farewell. Inside I am ripped apart, My face shows the pain I endure in My lifetime. I have lived with ridicule and plain torture nearly all of My life. I first thought of suicide in the fifth grade, for real. I am helpless at being able to live a functioning life in the sense of a Grown Adult. I am tortured by this person Richard Pattison to the point that I threw away My belongings in life to hunt Him down and beat Him without mercy. Trust Me, sodium penathol, I believe is what is known as the truth serum,and I would demand it if I could just get My ass into a court room with these People, I know for a fact that is what would convince a Jury of Thier guilt in this matter. But no, I am destined to be  a loser, "The biggest Loser!", right Richard? You know, I had never done, or even thought of doing acid before in My life, until the first night that Freda "Fred" Mares showed up almost immediately after I found the Pink Floyd Animals album set up on the turn table. The second time I ever in My life did any acid was when Fred came over right after finding the Rush 2112 cassette sitting right on top of the stereo. Again, immediately after finding the cassette Freda shows up with the acid. It was right after this That Bill Rowley said that "Richard wants You in a band.", I was to be the bass player, hell I did'nt even know how to play. This part in My opinion sets You straight on how it all began. I won't be back for real Folks, thanks for listening. Peace.