My father fucked me over to save himself from that nagging, incessant cunt. Save Yourself. And maybe you should off, yourself. Must not be that bad on the tribe.

We have Latin Kings in the neighborhoods out here too. Just like when we were kids.

I seem to remember something about a snake being left in your vehicle in our driveway while you were working as school as a principal, for some reason. While you were also serving as my father. However, I did not attend that school. Being the one where you worked when a snake was dropped off in my car. But we both must mis-remember that. You lowlife scumbag piece of shit.

Ah, how all sad upbringings all bring the same joy. There is a reason that happy families are happy. And those reasons are all the same. And there are families who are unhappy all the time because of countless unhappy reasons. That is basically what Tolstoy said. I saved you about 600 pages to reroute to where he came from. Two books. If you don’t know which ones, then you do not know what I am talking about. Riddle over

He is poetic in his own fucked up way, she thought, in his mind while he was typing this.

That is like a whole record, right there.

I remember this kid that ended up dead in the golf course pond where I got a job when I was 14 years old and made $2.85 per hour and this is not fiction.

I seem to remember that the FEDs came in there a couple of times. It was no big deal. They just came in, did their thing and got the fuck out.

You people are maggots in every sense of the word. You can rearrange this paragraph again in any order you want it to be. Or, want to be.

Everybody wants to rent my brain but nobody wants to pay me rent.

Michael R. Cronin

2/3/2026

Sometime in the evening