Just hit me again recently.  I bought a bottle of good Venezuelan rum and was looking for a water glass to drink some from.  I had three water glasses.  Now, I have one.  The cunt stole the other two.  As I have previously stated, it's the death of a thousand cuts.  But they have chosen a fierce opponent in me.  I will do what I must to neutralize this bitch.  His very life hangs in the balance.  They're trying to drive me into a homicidal rage, but they will fail.

I am as cold and calculating as a mamba on the prowl for rats.  I will not allow them to force my hand.  Yeah, it's a lonely life, but I am very disciplined and it is that self-discipline they seek to destroy.

They will fail.