There's a meth addict below me, across from me, and next door and I'm sure
they also all cook too. They're all over the fucking place and I'm there by
accident. It's the reek of all those VOCs I can and cannot smell. It's some
brain-nose thing I'm going through that is driving me nuts and over the
edge. I feel like that guy in "Northern Exposure" always dressed in white
and always so sensitive to anything he could see, touch, smell, or taste and
had to avoid everybody and everything or he'd start retching and wrenching.
The meth and crack head dope sons of bitches just don't realize or care the
cesspool they're responsible for — nothing personal but Duterte's on the
right track if it comes down to me or them. I gotta get outta here but I'm
just too fucking old and slow to move my ass outta here quick enough for my
own damn good. I can just see the headlines now "Clown Kills a Bunch of
Wiggers and Niggers on the Pipe and Wasn't Even Heckled".

On Monday, September 20, 2021 at 9:04:25 PM UTC-7, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> > I think some son-of-BITCH maintenance and pest treatment guy who had
> > access to my apartment stole and tampered with some shit of mine and now
> > I gotta figure out how to get him to confess or kill him.
> Time for you to move Bozo. Hit the road. Go back east. Try something new.
> Get into life full bore. Enthuse. Focus. Concentrate. Enjoy. You can do it
> Bozo. Come on man, get back into life the way it was meant to be lived.
> Let the winds of time magic carpet your ass from one random spot to
> another like a fart cutting into the atmosphere and finding new corners to
> lay it's stink as it dissipates in other areas. Stay in the game Bozo. You
> are a winner. Now get out there and by God prove it.

You're absolutely right. I'm trying to do just that and get outta Dodge. And
believe me everybody does want me out. I just gotta get it done at the right
price and get the right settlement cuz I'm not moving out on my dime.

To tell you the truth I really don't know what the smell is because as you
aptly say you really do need a sanitized device to incinerate it and not
contaminate it with another burning smell or anything else — and oddly
and/or ironically enough, it is the ad nauseum of all the perfumed horrid
adulterations meant to cover-it-all-up that is literally the thing making me
sick, angry, paranoid and wretching with all its simple absence of fresh air
and the reminder that somebody is spewing and covering something up with
poisoned perfumery making me sick and nauseous in the process — I do think
of busting in no-knock warrant style and just going postal and in court say
I was in fear of my life.

I gotta get outta here but I'm just too fucking old and slow to move my ass
outta here quick enough for my own damn good.
I am too fucking old and slow to get my ass otta here. My meager minimum
wage job has landed me here in Sienna hell. My landlord hates me and wants
me out. I should just go back to New York where I really belong. I feel
better living with other jews instead of the west coast. I would rather
live amongst cockroaches and bed bugs with my fellow jews. People say that
I am a fucking loser because I am now un-employed and am on Section 8.

I gotta get outta here but I'm just too fucking old and slow to move my ass
outta here quick enough for my own damn good.
I am too fucking old and slow to get my ass otta here. My meager minimum
wage job has landed me here in Sienna hell. My landlord hates me and wants
me out. I should just go back to New York where I really belong. I feel
better living with other jews instead of the west coast. I would rather
live amongst cockroaches and bed bugs with my fellow jews. People say that
I am a fucking loser because I am now un-employed and am on Section 8.

To tell you the truth I really don't know what the smell is because as you
aptly say you really do need a sanitized device to incinerate it and not
contaminate it with another burning smell or anything else — and oddly
and/or ironically enough, it is the ad nauseum of all the perfumed horrid
adulterations meant to cover-it-all-up that is literally the thing making me
sick, angry, paranoid and wretching with all its simple absence of fresh air
and the reminder that somebody is spewing and covering something up with
poisoned perfumery making me sick and nauseous in the process — I do think
of busting in no-knock warrant style and just going postal and in court say
I was in fear of my life.

I gotta get outta here but I'm just too fucking old and slow to move my ass
outta here quick enough for my own damn good.
I am too fucking old and slow to get my ass otta here. My meager minimum
wage job has landed me here in Sienna hell. My landlord hates me and wants
me out. I should just go back to New York where I really belong. I feel
better living with other jews instead of the west coast. I would rather
live amongst cockroaches and bed bugs with my fellow jews. People say that
I am a fucking loser because I am now un-employed and am on Section 8.