It will all end very badly, Gus

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

My mother is currently associating with some undesirables who are attempting to transform her into an athlete of sorts, deprave specimens of mankind who regularly bowl their way to oblivion.

Having once been so high, humanity fell so low. What had once been dedicated to the soul was now dedicated to the sale.

Social Note: I have sought escape in the Prytania on more than one occasion, pulled by the attractions of some technicolored horrors, filmed abortions that were offenses against any criteria of taste and decency, reels and reels of perversion and blasphemy that stunned my disbelieving eyes, the shocked my virginal mind, and sealed my valve.

employers sense in me a denial of their values...they fear me. i suspect that they can see that i am forced to function in a century which i loathe.

I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.