Shitty Music

On my way back from Oakland last week, I overheard a couple comments that were clearly meant for me, each from a pussy that wouldn't have enough of a sack to confront me directly on his very best day.  One said something about being a "dog off leash," and the other one said something about "listening to shitty music to make himself feel better."

Just before the march during the Occupy event, I ran a very basic question by a professional photographer: "How many shots do you usually take at an event like this?"  He said, "Oh, five or six hundred.  Just keep shooting."  I was really relieved because at that Pro-Life Rally I shot, I didn't get there until the end, and I thought the 135 shots I took that day was a lot.  Sure enough, I ended up taking right around 620 shots in Oakland.  And trust me--I wasn't counting.  So, while those pricks on the train were trying to fuck with my head, I had the luxury of needing to continue the initial sort I started back in Oakland after the first march.  I'd say I deleted 150 shots right off the bat in the camera.

For a reason that I haven't completely figured out, different groups, including ones who apparently can't figure out where I stand, are all playing the same game with me.  No one will address me directly.  My number one priority is maintaining control of my mind, which I have successfully reclaimed despite continued efforts by federal agents to counter that.  My second priority is sleeping in a bed.  Maybe its just my schizophrenia, but early Saturday afternoon in Oakland, I thought I heard somebody say something about "rent-free" as he passed me in the crowd. 

If that was indeed meant for me, I think I'll take ya up on it, fellas.  You know where to find me.

Fuck every single person who has participated in my persecution.  EVERYONE.  You've helped me in no way whatsoever.  I was "grown up and stong" long before your dumb-ass game started.  I know exactly what's going on.  Exactly.