Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Bit overwhelmed lately, hence my extended AWOL status. Got moar bad news on the legal side… it’s not enough to have pulled our rights to -see- the lil ‘un, but now they want to curbstomp me a’la American History X for having the audacity to stand up and say “Hey, you’re a bunch of corrupt mouth breathing cousin fucking retards!!!” or thoughts and ideas to that extent.
Financially roon’t, and shit just keeps getting moar and moar fun. That big auto accident Dad-in-Law had ’bout two years ago? Long time reader’ll remember… Da was found At Fault (failure to yield) in a 3 car wreck, and now it seems two years later, one of the involved parties has decided that it’s time to collect on the “Whytte-Trash Lotto” as I call the personal injury bullshit and is suing the hell out of him. This guy actually was wrecked by his own actions mind you. He swerved to -avoid- the tee-bone wreck that Ma and Da were in, and lost control of his ride… it catapulted into a fish/rain/retaining pond mind you… from Corvette to Submarine, all in one easy “I can’t drive” fuck-up.
NOW two years+ later and “Ow Ow My Liver! My Liver!” or whatever the fuck the fucker is claiming. I’d like to visit him and show him what real pain is let me tell ya… got me a whole basket worth of hate and anger I need to spend, and I’m just looking for the right repository to drop it off at…
Been trying to tell him not to sweat it
That’s what insurance is for
But trying to explain that to an 83 year old dude who’s now terrified that they’re coming for his house? Sheeeeee-it. Ain’t happening. Over their stacked-to-the-ceiling bled-out- corpses that ain’t happening.
…ain’t right to make an old man get all worried like that.
So, needless to say, I ain’t really been ‘with it’.
My a-polly-olly-geez about that. I mean hey, if anything we got Pride Month to have fun with amiright?
Stop the world, I wanna get off…
It’s like a bad carnival ride… like really… one of those cheap, shitty put together by Gipsonton’s Metheaded Finest… rusted, loose bolts, creaking, and speeding ’round and ’round at full tilt boogie like a motherfucker, with no fucking idea if’n it’ll stay together for the entirety of the ride. A rather appropo analogy if’n I do say so myself.
So, more later if’n I can get up to it…