June 25, 2001
Do not tell me about how your sister's boyfriend's cousin got malaria and had to be rescued from hordes of bees. Do not tell me that your wife's coworker's son knows someone who was gunned down last year in broad daylight. Do not tell me I'm crazy; do not tell me to be careful not to get AIDS. Whatever piece of non-support you could pass over my way is nothing compared to the sack of shit others like you have given me before. I know more than you do, and I'm gonna fly in spite of all of you.