Mental Difficulties and Sufferage
Happy 2024, finally, everyone! 2023 was a shitter of a year for those of you who have followed my timeline. The unwanted violence against me and the circumstances surrounding my family is a lot to endure. The situation that occured against me with Kyle Jones and The Pond Doctors is hideous. The man owes me money and claims I never worked for him. Well, wait until I meet with the IRS and they nail him for tax evasion. Wait until I put a mechanical lien on his clients property.
And Danelle Forester for telling me to 'Get the fuck out' after doing nothing but help a poor young woman in distress? Well, she informed the student that I was mentally ill, according to testimony on November 2nd, 2023, which is a clear violation of my privacy. So my prediction that she will lose her license is about to come to fruition.
My resolutions? My health is #1. I reached a turning point yesterday just when I was about to throw in the towel on Montana, and how easy it would me to return to New Mexico. "It's an adventure, Chad.....and the story would be deflating to your future if you give up now", I said to myself.
I want to thank Heather (don't know her last name) from Gallatin County Health Department for going over and above her call for concern to get me in safe shelter. I did a past life regression on Heather. We met in an opium den in 1893 as we were groupies for the king and queen of Spain, who became bored with Worlds Fair Columbian Exposition in Chicago and promptly flew to New York and we were court undressers as well as bong water changers. We 'hit' it off immediately and have followed each other around over the centuries and finally I found her again. I showed her my Christmas card and she commented that Cassandra Deets beaver is much bigger than it appears. Ahem. I argued that she needs an eye exam because it's Kyle Hodges who has a grower not a show-er. She said she's not gonna touch that one. I told her that those matters are best left to a professional and that I'll get back to her as soon as my tattoo inside my mouth of a tape measure is almost done healing and as soon as I can swallow solid food, Kyle has my number.
Give me an inch and I want the other 2.
I also resolved to act appropriately in public. Every time that thought pops in my head the clouds gather and the temperature drops, which is God's way of telling me 'Don't leave me, Chad!" So I'm modifying that from acting appropriately public, to catching others acting badly in public. And boy have I got a bombshell that I don't know what to do with. It's big. I did a little query and my suspicions are correct.
To Captain Joe: Know that I am going to move my tent this week as soon as I finish my taxes and get ready for classes. My apologies for missing your voicemail and email. I'm still waiting for my coffee, and Lord knows if I keep stuffing giftcards in your pocket, you'll start to look like Martha Stewart in a Capital One debit card diy. I'm awash in the visual.
That's it for today. Be safe out there.
Read 'Devil in the White City' by Erik Larson
Chad
