I think my bad Uncle Andrew Gleick is going to shoot me with his Desert Eagle .50-caliber that he made me hold years ago, so it has my fingerprints on it, that he stopped me from washing off the handle in the kitchen sink at my real Home in Charlton, MA where I’d like to live really close by to my Dad and Mom, but there’s a “Plan” that I figured out when I got a friend-request on LinkedIn from a man named an Arsones, like my parents set part of the garden on fire to make me sad, so LinkedIn I registered for when I was looking for a job, but I’m too Disabled and Handicapped from what my enemies did to me after I voted for John Kerry, then falling down in the parking lot getting so muddy, and I screamed for help, that a man picked me up and said, “The cop is watching us.”

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