Let this be a warning. I am coming for you to kill you. I will kill you at the slightest provocation, the very slightest provocation, illuminated headlights in a parking lot, or a couple of horn toots, whether you hide in you cars or on the street, or across the street.  I am going to kill you. I will cancel your hopes and dreams. I do not fear the consequences. My life is almost done.  I fear nothing or nobody.  Males?  Females?  Makes no difference. Shine your lights on me in a parking lot, and I will fire on you.

I won't miss the red dot. My good friend is gonna fix me up with a night vision optical sight.  That'll work.

Well, the cops showed, a lot nicer than last time, but nothing will be done.  I was furious, so I called them.  I knew I was spinning my wheels, but I did it anyway.  Every time I have a theft, I'm going to call them.

That's twice I've called them.

I'm gonna put all the heat I can on that SOB.

Some might say I'm a bit old for Metal music.  I'm not.  I love Five Finger Death Punch.  They're almost as intense as I am.

The slime sucking son of a bitch broke in here and stole five Sig Pro pistol magazines from me.  Those things cost almost forty bucks apiece.  Luckily, I had five more stashed around the house that he missed.  I will guard those with my life, and we all know by now the cowardly cunt is nothing but a white nigger sneak thief. He doesn't have the balls to confront me.

This is just more of the same stuff.  The death of a thousand cuts.  They are trying to drive me into a homicidal rage, which, as I have previously stated, is one of the two goals of this program.  Suicide or homicide, and they will fail. If I ever get the chance to shoot this worthless fucker, I will take it, but it will be quick and dirty and not done in a rage, but with the cold calculation of a highly experienced hunter..

My AR's in the shop, getting tuned.  I'll be ready.

I just discovered another theft. Two, actually.  He also stole an Aimpoint red dot optical sight worth $450.00 and a green laser sight.

But no worries.  I didn't need the laser, because I was trained on iron sights, and I didn't need the red dot.  Evidence showed that the Aimpoint had been tampered with, so I removed it from the rifle.

That motherfucker's gonna bleed.  The cops are on their way, for all the good that will do.

Vikki's alive!!  Just got an email from her an hour ago.  She has been hospitalized for five weeks, but says she is feeling better.  I don't know where she is, but it doesn't matter.  All that matters in she is still with us.  Thank God!

Vikki, if you're still out there somewhere and are reading this, always remember that I love you and miss you terribly.  You were my rock.  Shared misery is a great bonder.  We shared each other for over two years. You were subjected to hellish conditions.  I fervently hope that, wherever you are, you are alright. I miss you terribly.