The weather is beautiful, either hemisphere. I don’t understand, but there are many things I do not understand.
I’ve been in 4 armed robberies, and I won every time. Why? It would have been so much easier if I could have lost.
My best friend and I were both going for a big bucks cab ride, and I won, I got the $200 ride. The consolation prize was a fellow with a 9mm in his pocket who simply wanted to become a member of the Aryan Brotherhood, and needed to commit a crime to get into prison so he could join. A little 16 year old kid, with his head screwed on crooked. Nothing personal, no criminal motive, other than an intent to kill some total stranger. I wish Jim had gotten that great ride, and I had gotten that kid. The kid shot him 3 times and killed him. He didn’t see it coming, or feel it. What a privilege.
I wish to thank all of you who participate in this place. A tiny little tidbit was the bit of information I needed to find my way. I now know my path.
I feel sorry for the friends I’ve lost, who had to suffer great pain, or the struggle of hanging. Gene Burns hung himself, people say it was harder on his family than it was on him, they are wrong. The time leading up to him doing it, and the desperation that finally culminated in his acceptance of that way, must have been so terrible.
Linda called me up and asked me for instructions on how to shoot herself, and asked to borrow a gun. I told her I couldn’t loan her a gun if she’d be unable to return it. She said she never thought of that, bought one of her own, and put a hole through her chest large enough to pass your fist through.
Quiet, painless, and where shall I choose? Perhaps those beautiful springs with the monster brown trout in them. It is such a lovely place, and no one knows about it. My desire is to simply vanish, and I could set it up at that place, in my way. Yeah, that’s the place.
By the lovely days of early May, the talking will be over, the stuff will be in place, and I’ll be able to get there like a ghost. Who could ask for more?
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I feel so sorry for the friends that you’ve lost to suicide. RIP Jim, Linda and Gene. I hope you reconsider your suicide plans.
Jim was murdered. On a coin flip, he was murdered, and I made a couple of hundred bucks off my ride. Jim was lucky, I wasn’t.
Gene was a bus driver, and he smoked pot. The bus company started drug testing, he had no choice I guess. His wife didn’t like the pot smoking, didn’t love him, and he knew it. It was time to check out. He hung himself in the garage.
Linda shot herself through the heart with a 12 gauge shotgun. She didn’t have one, so she asked if she could borrow one, and I told her if she wasn’t going to be able to return it, I wouldn’t loan her one. I didn’t take her seriously. I wish she’d never asked me, but she did. I wish that bastard she lived with had never taken me to see the room with the blood all over the place and offered me a couple hundred to clean up the mess, but he did. A friend of mine needed a couple of hundred, so he was pretty happy to do the cleaning job.
And why the hell would you care about me? My sister has the right survival skills, she stole all my mother’s money while she was dying in hospice. My dad’s older sister was sending my mother $1,000/month and Dara stole every penny. My daughter, who is an Arizona Mental Health official, big time (Lisa Gayle Sherrill Shumaker), is Dara’s big time pal, and would love to see me dead too.
Do me a favor, DO NOT care about me. It’s none of your business, none of your affair!
hey buddy chill look I know its rough Im homeless living in barn both parentgs gone i have no family or friends and im just a kid im just 14
And I am Santa Claus.
14 year old’s don’t address adults as “buddy”. Parson’s don’t either. You’re a cop.
So tell me, what jurisdiction has the wealth to frivolously fund your time doing this sort of thing?
Do I now need to digress into a tutorial for all the other real people here on protecting the IP from which they connect, and so on? Crawl back into that hole in Arizona, that you crawled out of.