I am going back to the original mission of making everything around me better, at least no worse. I will clean where there is to be cleaned and I will improve electronics where I see fit. This is my mission for I am a man.
This crap about trying to adjust the way I have found to live my life by others’ medical standards be damned. Doctors do not know me. I know me. I control me. Everything I have is because of me. When I have nothing, then I want nothing. Something like that.
Kristi Winett may plead the court for me to be silent with my name on the web or whatever but I’m sorta the guy who tells all. And!!!! There’s nothing to tell.
For the love of anything you believe holy, Kristi, please let me at least meet my children.
Anything less is unkind.
I’m beginning to believe you suck.
I’m pretty sure I was your last clarion.
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