WTF am I smelling in a Meth & Crack Dungeon filled with Section-8 wiggers
and niggers and clueless dying people on wheelchairs and crutches but makes
me fucking dizzy when I walk.

I am trying to get outta Slum Sienna but refuse to take a loss and sign away
all future claims for a few lousy thousand dollars a year of toxic
exposure -- Police, Fire, and 911 won't do shit while I'm getting poisoned
by meth & crack breathers and cookers. WTF!

Dope wins again Donut!

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.

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.