Well, if the world wasn't already taking a good long piss on yours truly, here it is, the last straw - kicked out of my house, and to add insult, the bankers spraypainted the Foreclosed notice on my Chagall and posted it. Right now I am hiding out in the bushes outside the library using their wifi to update you on being kicked out of my casa de squirrel. My old lady left me (and is pregnant) without a forwarding address. My own father had me served with a restraining order - I can't contact my mom in any way unless I want to also contact a judge and live in a have-a-heart. Mommy! Make no mistake, this is all jimmy's fault. grrr...jimmy.
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