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The Shower Scene.



You can’t go home agian. Hamilton is and has never been my home. Neither is Windsor. I know where my real home is. And that horror story isn’t any better. At least with all the drama in my life the fight I got into in the pit got rid of some lent up aggression towards what she’s going thru right now. If you won’t let me physically help why burden me with your damage? Oh that’s right it’s the same old mindgame and I can’t tell what’s real or fiction with you.


At least I know my reality is better than yours. I’m good with that. I’m never coming home and I can live with that too.


Anyone that wants to bring up Insignificant historical bullshit from 20 and 30 years ago can stay the fuck out of my orbit. I will ghost you like you never even existed. There is a reason you were forgotten. 


Me and my family have bigger things to deal with than to listen to someone that was microscopic in a moment in my life. As for the Windsorite drama, it’s lovely how people who never even had a seat at the table in terms of my friends think they can gossip about me? I knocked someone out in the pit? What makes you think i would do anything in person in Windsor if confronted?


C’mon ladies and gentlemen. One of the reasons I’m visiting next month is to get in trouble and let me presence known, just on the very  slim chance I bring my family back there whole… I don’t need any old drama or bullshit following. It shouldn’t have followed me now. 3 years since the girl almost to the date and 18 years since I left.


And it’s the same old people with no lives and jealousy. I’m busy making better people jealous. I know who my real friends are. Most of them left Windsor should explain everything. Unlike traitors and fools and never was people that think they are important in the scene.


Newsflash. You aren’t. 

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