Are you F&%$in' Kidding ME?!

I just put all the little duckies in a row.

They traded in one night of ass for fame and fortune and got screwed...because I am still walking and talking and playing with the money they all wish they could have...

It's a game.

It's a sick, wanna-be-something-other-than-a-pawn game...on a board they see through a 9-millimeter shell casing...(nice skin graph...)

There are miles and miles of style above this, Boys.

And if you think I am goin' down as a victim to a sick game of half-a-brain-mind-fuck you got another think coming.

I am looking forward to seeing your records come back.

Let's start with the cocaine...in Mecklenburg...the judge...the money...the time in jail that was magically turned into time served on the job...and a plant from the Navy...who was really an agent for Mossad...and then the Pothead who thought he saw an easy score...and hooked his way across the country into my life just to be ushered out by those closest to me...the day the Agent walked in to the Natural Way.

It's gonna be a short walk off a high cliff, Gentlemen.

Because when my Dad is done with surveillance on me, I'll have found the top of the pyramid, and everyone else will be looking at each other going, "Who me?".

I like it.

I like to so much I am putting it in Hollywood.

But, you'll all be played by real actors.

And I will laugh all the way to the lawyers office and back to the bank.

Peace.

~AC