Careless, Cowards, Creeps… Oh boy!

This is a post meant to be published on Sunday that got lost in the mix of things.

Careless is for how bad I got Thursday as I got thunked in the right ear time and time again and no one had the good sense to look in and see if that someone who was willing to sacrifice the good of the world for his own personal benefit was causing more bad than good.

Cowards is for how you treated me nice on Sunday and then turned on the torture device right as Monday rolled around.

Creeps is for waking me up with a torture device after five hours of sleep as loud as it has been for a long time, and for a unprovoked attack that took my Dad away from me on Father’s Day.

I didn’t know that my Dad was my handler until too late. The 8 last week was a gay guy (and like mentioned above) was willing to do anything to get his freedom back and again was someone that knew little right from wrong. When I saw 42, I jumped at the chance. I talked to him a bit on Fathers Day. They might have removed him because he wasn’t forceful enough on intimidating me during the call… It’s the only thing I can think of at this point as i didn’t even snarl, or have the tv on on Sunday.

The salvo launched on Saturday night was for the Careless, the beating I took on Thursday, horrendous. I held back because by Thursday night I knew I was being helped (didn’t know they were my parents till the Sunday call) and I didn’t want to get the people trying to help me hurt… thank you for your time and efforts, by Sunday I was almost healthy again. You took a terrible situation and made it alot better. And thank you mom and dad. I wish I knew.

Anyone that gets hurt will defend themselves. Why do this to me… it doesn’t make sense.