into the breach, once again....

Having spent 24 hours or so recuperating and regaining my strength, I head back to this unforgiving land of beasts and monsters. Into the city. Into the breach. Wondering what will come next.

I believed that life would be an adventure. And, initially, it was. I direct many of my younger days inebriated, high, or otherwise not sober, and as a result, forgot much of that initial adventure, although some parts still occupy portions of my long term memory. One such instance is 'Never' - someone I thought loved me. Perhaps the last person who night have lived me. Well, as cruel as fate is, date would have that upon her release from federal prison, she's avoided me at all costs, despite the journey I've made to this place, mainly to receive HER. Frankly, I don't know what I was really expecting. And I got what everyone else would have expected. Zero. So, in light of this development, I've decided to turn down my own internal temperature, globally, toward anyone and everyone still remaining in this awful situation and city. I am realizing, this time FOR GOOD, that I must educate myself from here and from my position here, if I am ever to make any headway toward success. I'm anything....

The Media

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This is complete bullshit.  Direct from NBC.

the next week and the next...

it's a Ashley week. or, miss week maybe. who knows anymore. my life has been blowing together days for a long, long time now...

And I swear to the universe I will never forget the way that girl behaved. The most uncouth, lie flat (even if she Thought she had class)... Especially that night. When I saw what I saw. I knew right then.... It was over. It was dead. I had a pretty strong feeling up to that point, and since I am introspective, it was forced to some extent, by me... But I knew it was over. that night really sealed it in my mind.

She was spending all that time in the office. Where the drugs were. Where everyone wiener as much time as they could. And when u walked in, there she was spread eagle showing her past straight to the dog dealer. She looked at me and didn't even flinch

That was the night I knew for a fact she wasn't what she pretended to be with me. 

How to become your own bank - Dedicated the the late Steven Ira Fried

Consider this an official communication from your beloved Minister of Finance, yours truly.  I purvey this to you, my loyal readers (if there are any), and anyone else wishing to break the chains of their bank, maybe even break their bank entirely. You're welcome:

How I Became My Own Bank & How You Can Too

by Sal Mayweather October 5, 2020

In the old days, when money was sound, the job of a bank was to protect one’s wealth. Period. Full stop.

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BTC @41000usd... not a bad place to sit, all things considered...