I'd really like to believe that man. But happy people don't usually rage for hours writing essays on the internet for strangers. Maybe I'm wrong, but you come off as a very angry person.
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Of COURSE he's an angry, very unhappy and dissatisfied person. You can tell from how he's always so anxious to get back at others who've questioned & pegged him, with his boring and repeated lies, distributed within his long & rambling essays that never seem to hit their intended mark the way he concocted it in his messed-up mind.
Happy people don't spend the time he does trying to convince others of how wonderful and happy he claims to be. He's really nothing more than your typical Las Vegas gambling addict who likes to think he's an AP--of which there are tens of thousands in that sad town.
If he wasn't a high school dropout who got thrown out of the house as a teen--and instead spent more time in multiple classrooms--we'd never be witnessing the antics of such a tortured soul.
Yeah, well--in my gov't job, over 10 years two people came after me trying to put me down. It didn't end well for them, but I was in my prime. These days it's a little different, but there is a level of retention. My suggestion--if anyone wants to shoot me, unless you're trained: stay home.
Well, it's not like I never had a loaded gun aimed at me. That's certainly happened. LOL. I lived in Harrisburg (PA) for five years. As the headline said, "To live on Green Street is to live in fear." I saved that headline. It's around here somewhere. Made me proud. Not proud that I lived on Green Street. That I lived through it. We had a serial killer who lived across the street. My house made it onscreen in a TV show; I guess Black serial killers are relatively rare. 1010 Green Street.
Great place to live and hang out. Toughened you up.