More Thoughts.

You know I wanted to talk more of the police's involvement in all of this. I grew up supporting the police. I was never raised in a hoodlum family or anything like that. But you know, it's really none their business that I have nice things in life. Nice things like a car, my independence and happiness. And that is what this was always about. It was, always. Some people told me right from the start they didn't want me to have those things. And they were trying to take that away from me too. It doesn't matter what their reasons are. They knew what they were doing, and as I said before. Knowingly is deliberately. If you knew what you were doing, you were doing it deliberately. And now I am permanently damaged, my life and life course forever altered and shortened by all of this. Eric has left me and for the first time in my life I have no one. And all I ever was trying to do since I was that little abused kid told he was too ugly to even beg, was live my life. But people like the police couldn't even let me do that. Could let me have good things like a car, couldn't even let me live my life in peace and do things like take a walk in the park. And now those chances are forever limited and taken away from me, and some are gone. And who's going to pay for all the expensive stuff I need? A car? A good quality of life? A washing machine now?

I guess I could expect an apology from them. But I guess I'd never get it.