This is the best in the series. You won’t be able to tell if the bastard is arriving, or just leaving.
Also called the hobo series. Attacking hobos is a sport in Western Australia. Just ask the bastards I’m with. I complain, no one stops their lies. I have a heart condition and the bastards using my name refuse to face me. They’ll be saying either I’m a nice guy this is absurd, or they know me, yet don’t.
“Someone has to feed us continuously ……. its amazing!!”
A few pages from my not even slightly paranoid art diary, unless the people I’m been hearing about are now deceased. Apparently, ‘the policeman told them they could’. Golden girls. A ‘way’ they’ll say. To hear my version see robertemerald at links below:
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