Ever just want to call a stall a stall?
I do.
There couldn't be anything less attractive to me than to help Missy Pissy and David the Chickenhawk get out of trouble. They scammed me, my sister and my mother. They tried to have me arrested after following me to Sedona, Arizona. They've set me up to have my home robbed and our cars broken in to, yet somewhere along the line, Jeffrey felt sorry for the two of them. You know who doesn't feel sorry for either of them...every single solitary victim of this crime that has lost their life or that has been wrongly accused. Those people haven't been able to do anything for themselves and they just got another decade older. Why?
Why is this such an important thing for Jeffrey to help two of the most hateful people around?
I don't see it.
Christopher is even brainwashed into believing that this is some kind of a good idea. It isn't.
It's sheer and utter bullshit.
This isn't a witch hunt, it's a bitch hunt and I've found the two biggest ones of all...actually three if you count Bessie Smith. Lori and Missy qualify as the two most insignificant people that I've ever known and to expect either one of them to do anything other than torture and do drugs is stupid. Why would a smart businessman like Jeff buy this kind of crap when Missy was doing drugs the entire time that she was suppose to be helping herself?
This is all just another example of not caring.
Jeffrey does not care about me, my family or anything of significance.
He's hurt me again...
