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Ok,

I've beem accused multiple times of not reading the comments on my blog.

I get an email for every comment. I read them , and then I roll them around for a while and think about them. Then if If I think a I have a non offensive, non reactionary answer, I answer.

From now on, you have to log your ID to comment. Not beacaus I don't want comments, but in many cases, I need to sideline the discussion with the person involved and not air out their dirty laundry.

Sorry, never wanted to do it this way, but I am growing weary of explaining I cannot justify my actions, nor those of those I love and care for. It just IS.

I never bailed on people I gave floor or bed space to, or work to, those when I had a show, or acted as complete racists, nor did I ever leave anyone stranded when motorcycles wiped out in the rian or cars stuck in snow. Pity is a funny word. Because I don't ask for that, I just ask for hrlp for the other living creatures I rescued from sure death. I can eat shit and grin through brown teeth, but they expect something and I am WELL aware of that.

Facts be facts, I waited til I knew I was safe to drive, but CO has a .06 BAC limit, and I went way overboard in their books. I didn't jump off a balcony or die, or rape a perfectly decent person. But that all happens here.

I've ruined my life. Know what ? I don't give two fucks if you care or not. But just remember that ONE fucking time I saved your ass. Because everyone who's got an agenda on my blog has had me do that. And I'd do it again in a second.

You want to play saints ? Go volunteer, myself I'm learning very quickly that when the legal system is ig High gear, it's all money. And I'm sick and tired of selling my possesions to show good faith, and be humble.

If I explained it all, you recoil lin shock, and yes, it's no fun whatsoever, but I've learned that you can stumble, but never fall. Because you get runover while crawling.

I have a broken finger from crashing my bike into a curb I didn't see in the dark, I do not eat anything but pasta, and my back is torqued by the same curb accident. I have to go to Breath tests everyday, and it's below freezing most of the time. I'm sure it will improve when spring comes, but for now it's either 5 mile walk or bike ride to the test center.

Someday, I'll be free of all this. From the system and the losses, but my animosity at this point is enough, that I, am not staying around to see it.

In 2 weeks I get to talk to a "service" that handles probation like mine, and based on that outcome, this channel will or will not go silent.

But that's OK. Barring a few years at the Big House in Vermont, this had been the best year in my life, so I have nothing to regret, but I'm not going back in the true big house, and I cannot keep doing this.

Every tiny penny I make goes into feeding the cats, themn me, then going to tests. I've sold over 225 CDs for pennies on the dollar I spent on them, I'm out of assets, I can't do this anymore, and furthermore, I don't really care to go on living this way.

I keep forgetting you don't love me no more...

I keep forgetting you don't want me more....

But I forget a lot of things.

Cheers, Register or Buh Bye.

Hairball the less than Magnificent.

I've done my share of