The Talk In Your Heads Goes Public

The case is now closed on the 1029 Bar. It is criminality, not just a lawsuit. I am so glad that that is done. Brutal cruelty was the job my way and only me. Mother Russia welcomed me in at The Otter Saloon after that. A cute boy kissed me, and the bouncer sat with me most of the time giving his condolences and sharing a little about his life, his family, and his experiences. He looks more wolverine than wolverine, with the addition of a cowboy hat. The bar trade in NE will now be divvied up, and 1029 will be kept away from me. It is happening naturally, and I will not have to verbalize what I am feeling or thinking. Telepathy will be used by me in my fatigue. The 1029 space could go pyro any day. I choose to never get stuck in bitterness or rage. I am the best because I DO feel all of it for real. I choose a nonviolent, noninvasive technique, and people just braid their own nooses and put it on themselves. That bar is definitely the best example of this kind of sabotage. Society cannot endure the consequences to their poor decisions anymore. I sit quiet and safe, and just fed a good meal of pasta, chicken, and vegetables. I don't think that tonight will be so quiet for everyone at the 1029. The voices in their heads are about to be on tv. Good luck with that one, guys. Rick, your paranoid, delusional schitzophrenia was in "remission" around me. Betray a Mayer, and the code is to walk away and never go back again.