The Darkest Evil

(You can find a video report of Day 1 at Revver and at Spymac) So, I had to evacuate Canada because my asshole landlord Shush threatened to have me deported. So I rushed to try to gather what personal effects I absolutely needed. This included toothbrushes, toothpaste, my laptop, a couple of books that I’d really like to have and a few articles of clothing. Even then, I had a hard time managing getting out off the house without breaking a piece off of my luggage. Fortunately, I could get someone to get me to Highway 2 from Falton Drive. (more…)

I am no longer allowed to live in the house I was living in because someone who worked there (Dale) thought I stole some soft drinks from him. This is a blatant lie and I am very disappointed that Dale would even think that I did it, given the high level of respect for others I possess. Furthermore, it happened AFTER other people came into the house so how could he assume it was me? But over all, I know the following should be done. (more…)

I am not a handyman as I stated before. And I will only do things like this (a) for someone I love and/or (b) out of necessity. I’ve been unable to do many of the things that asshole Shush has told me to do. The basic reason behind it is that this is NOT what I do for a living. He doesn’t seem to realize that I am not a carpenter, a repair man or even a handyman. I am an artist, an author, a businessman, a designer, a visionary and a lot of other things that don’t even come close to what he wants. I am an intellectual damn it! During physical education, I usually found a spot in the shade or in a corner where the coach would not see me. I would read, I would write, I would draw and I would try to ensure that the coach did not see me because he would probably make me do something terrible like play basketball, football or something like that. (more…)

So Shush has me doing grunt work that I am not fit to do. I don’t know how I can make this clearer - but I am just going to make this point, yet again: I AM NOT A HANDY MAN! I’d probably wind up breaking more stuff than actually fixing a damn thing. And this isn’t the worst part. The worst part is I will be separated from my loving girlfriend Becca. I already miss talking to her and I wish I was by her side, fully enjoying life. So, instead of being able to talk to her through Instant Messenger - I have to use e-mail and blog entries to let her know how much I love her. (more…)