Filming went great. Need to email some police staff. Upper level personnel from three different districts. Kind of funny for a guy under litigation.
Who knows what the hell goes on in the human bellybutton... There's not another part of the human body more useless, smelly or absurd. The nerves have gotten so off with things coming up mu nails are gone and I picked so much lint it started bleeding. It's like personal hygiene is a nervous habit... which I guess it kind of is.
A few days in jail scheduled. 2 1/2. One year probation. Four months if I'm lucky. All because the judge has a bug between her labia and wants to leave legacy for her departure into the neo politik. Cunt. The likelihood is that it will be non reporting following her leaving though, because that would make fucking sense.
All the capital is saved for a move. Somewhere between ten and twenty grand for freedom given notice to liquidate all unnecessary assets. After four months, I might be able to scrape together another two, after twelve another possible eight to ten. Housing semi-available in northern Cali, no job but a possible wine-making apprenticeship with my brother. All that's left is to keep from going nuts. Just keep sane, do good work and drive the speed limit. Love is a later priority. My profession is constant. All they have to do is leave me alone.
Pulled over walking a week or so ago. Doing nothing wrong. No booze bud or otherwise. Of course detainment for 30 minutes, a Breathalyzer, and no less than two cop cars were necessary to prove there was nothing I was doing wrong by walking on the fucking sidewalk with a good two feet of grass between me and the road and there was no money to be stolen from me by swine that day. My own fucking safety... fucking pigs. According to the GA swine the only way to be safe is to be locked up or playing sports. I could fucking piss on a pig corpse. Every time a cop dies god smiles.
I'm calm now. No kidding, I swear. I'm just using q-tips to soak up my weird-ass belly button blood.I'm completely sane.
Who knows what the hell goes on in the human bellybutton... There's not another part of the human body more useless, smelly or absurd. The nerves have gotten so off with things coming up mu nails are gone and I picked so much lint it started bleeding. It's like personal hygiene is a nervous habit... which I guess it kind of is.
A few days in jail scheduled. 2 1/2. One year probation. Four months if I'm lucky. All because the judge has a bug between her labia and wants to leave legacy for her departure into the neo politik. Cunt. The likelihood is that it will be non reporting following her leaving though, because that would make fucking sense.
All the capital is saved for a move. Somewhere between ten and twenty grand for freedom given notice to liquidate all unnecessary assets. After four months, I might be able to scrape together another two, after twelve another possible eight to ten. Housing semi-available in northern Cali, no job but a possible wine-making apprenticeship with my brother. All that's left is to keep from going nuts. Just keep sane, do good work and drive the speed limit. Love is a later priority. My profession is constant. All they have to do is leave me alone.
Pulled over walking a week or so ago. Doing nothing wrong. No booze bud or otherwise. Of course detainment for 30 minutes, a Breathalyzer, and no less than two cop cars were necessary to prove there was nothing I was doing wrong by walking on the fucking sidewalk with a good two feet of grass between me and the road and there was no money to be stolen from me by swine that day. My own fucking safety... fucking pigs. According to the GA swine the only way to be safe is to be locked up or playing sports. I could fucking piss on a pig corpse. Every time a cop dies god smiles.
I'm calm now. No kidding, I swear. I'm just using q-tips to soak up my weird-ass belly button blood.I'm completely sane.