Kevlar is useless against blunt force trauma. If the fascists want to take my freedom, they’re gonna have to kill me, and I’m sending at least one pig to the hospital. Don’t interfere unless it’s to exonerate me or there will be blood. Someone has to pay for ruining my life. I was ready to move on and the next day that mail from the courthouse showed up. If my past is so eager to catch up to me, I’ll show you all just how f****** evil and psychotic I can be when you f*** with my peace and quiet.