That place s**** to work at now. I hate it. It’s been steadily evolving into a different thing over the years and now it’s just s***…. Completely honest.

It was fun then 20 years ago. Great job then, I’m grateful for the direction tbh. It gave me SOMETHING to do, some direction for some time, it’s saved me a few times. I think I contributed to it over the years, helped make it what it is, part of me is there. I am buying you your nice s*** with my blood and sweat.

Unfortunately, you are an irritating and cheap penny pinching tight wad. And that’s probably why you are where you are, unfortunately for everyone. I hate that in a person. That in itself is f****** irritating character trait. Then there’s the dirty s*** I can name 2 things that I think hard a bit slimey and can be classed in the “tight wad son of a b****” category. You don’t give a f*** about anyone there either. You should actually be ashamed to even show your face there with some of those tight wad son of a b**** moves I take about above. You can’t even bring moral up a bit by BY BRINGING IN DECENTLY ATTRACTION G******* WOMAN OR 2 IN THE FRONT! F***!!! F*** YOU! Loser. F*** I hate that. That place s****. You moral sucking parasite.

My point though, is nostalgia is just not there any more and the place actually s**** to work in this point. It’s a s***** job. Everything you buy as far as clothing for people at that place is so bad taste too. You s***. You should definitely try to be less social. Humble. Say nothing at all. Be cool because nobody wants to hear it. Don’t even joke, you’re jokes are not funny, they’re dickey. I am surprised you haven’t consistently had the s*** pounded out of you throughout your whole life. That one Mr. Happy go lucky yes man… he’s a pecker head… you have bad taste in everything.

SO in conclusion…. Don’t even think about MY past and then just this it at me randomly. You and I have different tastes and lifestyles and different ideas of what it is to be a man. For what it’s worth, I would rather be me than you and I don’t really give too much of a s*** about your past or anything about you really. Not even a bit curious. Definitely not enough to play little mind games with you like some loser. I know your connection to them too. I’m not stupid, but for all I know it became more of a friendship… Over the last 15 years, who knows? Who cares, but I don’t want to hear about it or feel it, or talk about it, or even think about it especially with an irritating nard whose business it is none of. It’s not a nostalgia trip. If I didn’t know everyone there for 20 years… I would have been long gone. I don’t like the people you bring in either. You are a weirdo.