bill Sorry, kiddies...it's HERE! Ran out of money, last night. Didn't eat, today. My check won't be here till 10/.27, and I cannot make it, 72 more hours, like this. And I DON'T EVEN WANNA TRY! I know what will happen if I blog here, all day, asking for help. NOT A GOD DAMN, MUTHERFUCKING THING! SO WISH ME LUCK ON TRIPPING ON A GIANT L.A. CITY SIDEWALK CRACK AND FALLING INTO THE STREET, AS THE MTA BUS COMES SPEEDING BY! THIS MUST END! I CANNOT ENDURE ANOTHER ROUND OF THIS. I WOKE UP TODAY, WEIGHING LESS THAT I HAVE SINCE A YOUNG TEENAGER, AND THAT IS NOT A GOAL I WAS TRYING TO ACHIEVE. IT'S CALLED, IN VERY BIG HEALTH CRISIS...AND I NEED TO BE DEAD, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD...CAUSE I SURE AS FUCK DON'T FEEL LIKE ANOTHER DAY OF THIS ISOLATED AND STARVATION HELL. FUCK YOU! DON'T DO A GOD DAMN THING. JUST WAIT TILL I'M DEAD AND SAY, "Damn, I thought someone else would have helped him." The problem I'm suffering from is caused by L.A. City Councilman Bill Rosendahl's BULLSHIT, ILLEGAL law, THAT HE LOST IN FEDERAL COURT OVER, OVER A YEAR AGO, AND THAT SON OF A BITCH, HASN'T PAID ME FOR MY DAMAGES, YET. IF I'M DEAD, THE CITY'S ILLEGAL LAW THAT PREVENTED ME FROM MY LIFE, IS THE CAUSE!. You should call him and tell him I am suffering because of HIM. 310-367-0237.
And, oh yeah, FUCK YOU BILL ROSENDAHL, you no good greedy corrupt bastard: Hey Kathy Riorodan! You should hear the stuff Bill says about you. He thinks you are a COMPLETE BASKETCASE/5150, worse than Zuma Dogg. He told me, "forget about Kathy. She's nutz." And you should hear what Rosendahl told me about Richard Riordan. Hey Richard Riordan, Bill never forgave you for cheating on your wife, when she was dying. HE THINKS YOU ARE A REAL SICK-FUCK OF A DISGRACE for that, but Bill Rosendahl told me he's still nice and cordial with you, socially. (He's still running for office!)