I get that life must suck for you.
Well, I assume you're imagining that the dawn will come with a morning raid. I doubt it. Let me explain further: you have no idea what is really going on. You have made assumptions. And you have been stalking me for 32 goddam years. Over something -you- did.
Oh, right, you think no one knows. Trust me, Kid. Anyone who talks to the primary subjects of this investigation have figured it out. I was literally the last one to know. That being said, I don't think anyone is thinking of throwing any of us into the hole.
These days, would that even be punishment? The outside world has been blo-oown up, Sir. Now, I have work to do, so: I would prefer not to. But as I've been fully co-operating the entire goddam time, as well as, been a model prisoner, hey, guess what? Turns out that Clergy thing really matters.
Now. "I get that life must suck for you." No, it's pretty good. No sex, though, so it's meaningless--no matter what you've heard, assume it's a baited feint designed to draw you out--and, it DOES suck, and here's why: you could have stood up and talked like A Man instead of a smarmy, snivelling, secretive creepazoid at any time FOR YEARS. Instead I have figured out that you've been aiding and abetting a trauma survivor by being her witting and unwitting accomplice in your crazed schemes.
Beyond that, I cannot say. You sure as shit been a real snot to me, though. I mean, I can handle it, I guess, but neverthless, instead of supporting the growth of strength, you have supported a sharp, steep dive down the garden path of resentment, revenge, and, in general: EVIL.
I don't wanna know any more than I do about how that has worked out for you.
You do realize that local and state laws allow you an out?
I am already out. You don't even know what is at stake here. Now, neither do I: but at least I am not fronting like I do know. You seem to think you know everything. Okay, so, tell me: why did I pick her up from the airport?
Your answer will be absent or empty, because you know nothing. Seriously. And it's none of your goddam business. /shrug. Learn your place here.
THis implies masochism, not machoism.
See, right there: I am not trying to be macho. I simply... am. And finally, they've both been allowed to notice. And what's more: I don't need them to act on that. At all.
That is the Kuczi Advantage. I'm not making amends to stay out of "custody" or to "get laid." I'm working on that... because that has been my goal the entire time. 30 years, fuck-O. I've been laid plenty. It was a way to keep me distracted while I waited for someone who fucking lied to me figured out that they had been caught.
Because I don't like being lied to either, Pimpstar. Meanwhile: what is it that you don't like? Oh, right: you don't like someone teaching someone you've been abusive to for thirty goddam years... how to stand up for themselves. Well, too bad. Job's done. I don't need anything from either of them, and whatever you see me as in lack of: that's your shit, that's your baggage, and I am -embarrassed- because I figured you liked her enough to puke on her, shrug, you probably weren't going to be too bad, huh? Well, you were too bad, clearly. So now you gotta be all blustery and shoving your 'tude at me, huh? Well there's a fine line between "devotion" and "creepy." You've blown right past it. If you were devoted you probably would have noticed that she was miserable... because she never knew the truth. Oh, and you sure didn't tell her. Now, why are you having this conversation in public?
Answer: you've got a blah blah paper order with "interesting" names on it, and even though they haven't been served properly and they have the wrong dates on them, you think that won't matter, you'll still see it rammed through. Well, you won't. I am no threat to society, Son: THAT IS YOU. Leaving you unattended was the sillyest fucking thing I ever done and I see now that the only thing that made me thing you were capable was my latent hostility about her sillyest thing she ever did: not tell me the truth about you. Let me guess: secret squirrel society? Ugh. You're vile.
p.s.: I don't know what is inside you that hurts this badly to make you behave this way, but, you know what? I've fed your troll long enough.
Enjoy your fame, Toot-toot-star.
