Scotland

What an excellent country you are turning into but why does it take leaning on you to make you put the alcohol down and pay attention? I realize that you want me over to set me up for them. Either way I play it, I win. So, the question is...do I bother to play it...

Let's see. When I invited you over you told me to go boil my head, you lying little c***. So, now that they have you by the short-hairs you want to play nice? Might should start wearing a cup under your kilt.

Leaving your nuts exposed like that...not real smart...unless you intend on having them handed back to you on a silver platter...

Yes.

I know.

They are all still thinking it is a game.

Finish out your time, get the lawyer to clear the charge, and then -- if you still want to be friends -- let me know. I'm forgiving like that. They, on the other-hand, will do anything in the world, to manipulate me -- including using my friends against me.

Despicable, yes.

They just refuse to let me go.

And they wonder why my oldest cousin took her brain and heart and disappeared.

At some point, you have to be free to fly, and that means no safety nets.

No radioactive tracking dots, no tracking chips and radio transmitters in the mouth, and no stupid chatter in my mind when I have asked repeatedly for silence.

Rain, rain, go away.
Come again some other day.
If I want to try and play.
God, above, will find away.

Stop scoffing, Sir, or I will find some way to make sure you are on every watch-list in the world.

After all, I know everyone.

~AC