My incredible and inspiring story…
After a few “misunderstandings” with the law I was put on what some would term “probation”. I think that sounds too damn clinical. The fuckers just wanted to watch so I didn’t punch someone in the head and piss on their windshield in the middle of a traffic jam again, I get it.
Part of my probation required me to work with an anger counselor, Dave. He seemed to think my rage/mild sociopathic tendencies could be quelled by talking about how much I hate shit in an online journal. He probably saw that on Dr. Phil or read in a pamphlet on New Age therapy techniques at the farmers market. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t part of his job description but he sort of held the leash at that point. He wanted it online so he could access it easier and share it during “group sessions”. I didn’t know this shit was actually going public till a lot later. I’ll get my pound of flesh for that one someday.
As of July 2012, my probation ended and I was no longer required to continue this blog…but I did. I don’t know, what started off as a chore became an obsessive hobby. A weekly ragefest or disturbing story to share…with maybe all 50 of you that read this shit. You must be a bunch of masochists.