And he has the nerve to call me a narcissist. 
420 blaze it, Wagie.
Then I guess it's back to turning people down on this shooting gallery. Look,, I'm getting real tired.
It puzzled me, the silence, and then I realized it was blackmail. Look, just hire a singing telegram, it don't cost much, and whatever info is being sought, I can make that happen.
I don't have to respectfully wait for you lot; I can just start throwing my weight around. (It's hard to lose the swagger.) It's important to understand how long I've been gaslit: I have had no idea if the truth is out there yet.
There was an actual reason I only liked three or four of The Asset's alters. The Controlled Substances Act of 1971 is simply bad law. I had no interest in busting criminal thugs, nor in becoming one.
I also didn't need to get many drugs, to learn to use them. No one wanted to turn me on, why would they? I just wanted to take drugs and have sex. Never in a million years did it occur to me that anyone would spread a rumor that I had an STD; or that anyone would believe it. Duh; isn't there a test?
It makes sense now to realize it wasn't me that kept people away, but no one was there to tell me why everyone treated me like a leper. I thought it was simply that I wasn't going to spawn or sponsor any children. No, just fornication for me, thanks.
Now I literally have permission to restart the manufacturing and distribution paradigms based on something logical instead of the exploitation of the middle class. Instead of getting anything useful done you morons have me on lockdown while you sneer at me as if I actually present legitimate dysfunction.
Dude. You are a narc. Face reality. You created the drug war, you lost it, and it doesn't occur to you that you’ve been a brainwashed simp the entire time.
NONE OF YOU HAVE EVER SEEN THE REAL THING. You've all been exposed to a corrupt initiation ritual, and the programning is so automatic that it hasn't occurred to you that you might actually be completely wrong on this issue.
I will spill my guts about the whole befouled system without naming a single person, if I feel like it. None of you gave any legitimate power or authority over the trade. I actually do, and the new formula will be introduced after I am free of your draconian brutes and their fascist oversight. The real thing is already in short supply and it can't be made properly without the blessings. Do any of you know anyone else who knows that prayers is even a component? I doubt it.
I'm sitting right here in front of you the whole time and instead of being valued for my unique skills and ability to contribute to the world economy, you literally act like I'm a misbehaving junkie—and I was the only one there actually obeying the rules.
You're all pathetic bigots and none of you are in possession of superior knowledge. You just have badges and guns. You have no idea what you are doing, nor have you at all considered that your behavior will simply make me wanna increase the fee I will charge for the blessings.
I told you all this. You, what, thought I was making shit up? I don't get it. Everything I say, I'm just automatically a lying retard? Think, McFly, think.
The only real difference is your stupid pancake cult and I'm self-raised. You've been trained to think of me as less than human. Congratulations. The price of your drugs just doubled. Go out and knock over gas stations now to stock up, because I'm not kidding: you need the shit, and I don't. I enjoy possession of occult knowledge, not necessarily using it.
I don't need drugs to fuck you; and you can all go fuck yourselves, seriously. The new formula is the province of The Divine, and they don't like you. I don't like you either.
You prey on the weakest members of society and act like you're better than every one else. Meanwhile I don't even want what you think I'm obsessed over and you're still singing showtunes from the D.A.R.E. musical in the shower. It's patently absurd. And again; you haven't EVER had the good stuff. lol. It is scary powerful and I at last understand why the knowledge is so tightly guarded; and why I was granted permission, and you mewling Okies will be anything more than flunky mules.
Schoolyard lunch money bully thugs. Good get with the higher education, too. *yawn*
