Bread Pudding

I’ll complete my letter to Simon Jacobson once I’m a little less distracted and a little more spiritually clean.

For now I’m only concerned with this immediate, practical, synthetic financial emergency. A matter well solved by less then 10K.

You believe that?

Home Depot Is A Wash

It’s not happening. It should have been pre-arranged. You failed. Again. I have no confidence in your operational acumen. Have fun surveiling garden gnomes without me. What does that cost the taxpayer?

The place had been in my pocket for a long time. I knew it was blown as soon as the little ‘B’s started nodding toward it in their way. You people are fucking horrible at what you do & from what I can tell, you get off on that, somehow.

You’ve got to ask yourself, “What else does this guy have in his pocket?” right? Well, now you’ll never know because I sure as shit can’t trust you to be discreet nor to accomplish even the most basic handoff possible. Congratulations. I’m the wheat & you’re chaff for the rest of your career.

SCMTD

would have been nice, I guess but for two things: Any credibility and any specific future I reach toward is overshadowed by a marquee personal mission statement:

I DON’T DO DOMESTIC BULLSHIT

Sure, I’ll stop a bomb from exploding. Obviously. Helping you spy on your neighbors just to see what you can see? Fuck. You. CPS should take your kids. I can help with that. Gladly. How ironic would it be if illegal surveillance provided evidence that made the case?

City busses & public transit aren’t necessicarily mobile survalence hubs, but with me at the wheel they sure as shit would be, you know?

I’m not doin’ it, man.

Second, and more practically speaking driving a bus is probably the best way to hand someone the perfect opportunity to shoot you in the head & just walk away.

Tell me that hadn’t occured to you.

Give me your properties, you fucking cunts.

I agree with Trump on one thing; the system needs a total overhaul.

For sure, for sure.

You think I’m fucking kidding?