Life and Death in Minnesota, the land of 10,000
I'm safe now. Cute. I'm sure she thought she was a real pro. I feel a little bit safer. I'm totally safe. I'm still shaking a bit, but a little bit safer.
I refuse to live in fear. I am not a bleeding heart liberal.
I felt like I was cleaning up a mess. Not like spilled food. Not like vomit. Not even like diarrhea, the worst mess possible.
In some tiny little respect I was doing my civic duty. The law enforcement system wouldn't do it, I had to do it. I had to do it.
They weren't human. I don't see them as human. I see them as vermin.
This bitch was going to go through her life spoiling things for other people. Stealing, robbing, drug abuse. It's all fun, cool, exciting, and highly profitable, until someone kills you. Like I give a damn who she is? "Oh, sorry!"
I try to be a good person. I try to do what I should, be friendly to other people, help them when I can, try to be a good citizen, not cheat people, be fair. And because I'm a good person, they think I'm a patsy, I'm a sucker. They think I'm there fore them to take advantage of.
Is that the reward for being a good person? And if I gather enough evidence, they might be prosecuted. If they're prosecuted, it might go to court. If it goes to court, they might be found guilty. And if they're found guilty, they might spend six months, two years in jail, and then they're out, and they need money worse than ever, and they're filled with revenge. I cannot live a life like that. I cannot have that chewing on me for the rest of life. I cannot, I refuse to live with that level of fear in my life.
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"He wants to be a pro, bro, not some schmuck." - Hugh Conway
"DigitalDeath would kick my ass. He has the reach of a polar bear." - Crass3000
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