As I was driving down to the bum park last night I realized that lady on the phone never asked me how I was or what I’ve been doing or any of that shit. No contact in twenty-five years and just demands a favor like I borrowed ten bucks from her yesterday! Although I have done some horrible things, I still think I am better than everybody. LOL. Maybe I am? What if all my problems in life are because I have never realized who I truly am? I am my own worst enemy. Look at me, sacrificing my time to do this stupid favor for a selfish bitch. In the unlikely event I see her son, I'll stab him in the heart. JK. I don't even have a knife. I am proud to say I do not have, nor have I ever had, a weapon of any kind. I'm not a pussy. I've went through life on nothing but faith. Of course, no people on earth have more faith than the Palestinians. These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. Who is that, but the Palestinians? Naysayers, white naysayers, anti-Christs, might say the Palestinians had no choice but to have faith, and therefore their faith is not genuine. These naysayers say this while they run off to get chemotherapy to treat their cancers, so terrified are they of their impending deaths. Anyway, I parked a block from the bum park. I felt like Harry O on the job as I went through the park. Nobody even remotely resembled the bitch's punk son. See this loser:
I went up to him, held up my phone with a picture of the stupid bitch's idiot son.
"You ever seen this white boy?"
The loser gives me a stupid look.
"Huh?"
"I ax the questions. You seen him or not?"
"You a cop? What is this?"
"Maybe he offered to blow you for ten bucks?"
"What? Get outta here!"
I took a bunch of photos. I took enough photos from different angles, bums in little groups, so I could make it look like I was there two or three different times. I'll text them to the bitch, a couple a day for three days, I'll drive by one afternoon and take a couple daylight shots from the car. LOL, it's more than most people would do. I took this one purely for artistic reasons:
I call it: Fruit Box At Night In Bum Park. Anyway, I woke up today in a peculiar mood, with a mild illness fever. I wanted to abuse somebody. Why? What would trigger this? Why would I want to degrade somebody, pervert them, soil them? Why cannot I properly internalize all the Lord Jesus Christ did? I should be harmless as a dove. Obviously, I am not.
Intensity: Mild. Will need to avoid certain stimuli.
Frequency: This is Day 12. All things considered, it hasn't been bad. Of course, I have went have much longer, sometimes years, without the illness flowering into significant malignancy.
Factors: Need to contemplate the question which has forever bedeviled God's people.
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