If I wasn't already into this case up to my neck and the international incident caused by someone who was PAID to protect me...I'd probably be a bit miffed that the studio dropped me for not losing 80 lbs since they started sticking their noses into my retirement.
Oh, 'we're so innocent' they say, we 'only' watched you. We were your 'friend'. Baloney.
I knew the day I read someone's cards and I was right that I would be lacking friends throughout the rest of my life. Snoopers, snipers, and sneak-artists of all kinds, sizes, and abilities would be in my head, my life, and my world from that point forward.
My personal life is my business but it is full of criminal-insanity and soft-headed mushiness...
I'll end up a work-a-holic just to find some peace.
So, there. Now I have the recipe for a perfect life:
Bust terrorist.
Play piano.
Deep sleep.
Repeat ad nauseum.
The only gift in this is the gift itself because it drives people away so fast.
Everything else is just another way to make the Bomb-Makers go Boom!
~AC
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