Throwing in the Towel

 It reminded me of the royal family meets Chutes and Ladder. A giant flow chart of Russia nesting dolls, all hell bent on world domination. The weaponization of notbooking. 

 

 My dad's matted and framed, two sided puzzle which was a Christmas gift to me 

 And that one day, I would be to DoO.  

 Told me, when I vote, the IRS would return my money in the form of a tax return refund. 

 Well this is an interesting turn of events. My dad's long time labor helper, Mike Pellitier, was involved with the international distribution of of 1000kg of marijuana. He and his cohorts carried out this crime by swimming across the St John river and making the sale. Mikey, as he was known to my father, had four previous felonies for marijuana.  He was sentenced to life in prison but had his sentence commuted by President Trump to time served.  The two people who testified against Mikey were Adam Hafford, a long time associate of David Chasse, and Kendra Cyr, who I can only assume is related to my late father's live-in domestic helper, Helene Cyr.  I can only assume that the marijuana Mikey and his cohorts were distributing was the same marijuana that Dave Chasse had been transporting from the Arizona Mexican border to northern Maine. The Chasse property in Maine is bordered on one side by the St John river, opposite of which lies New Brunswick, Canada.  ...

 It seems absurd that Kathy doesn't remember when she was in the hospital for pneumonia Ryan and I found her secret stash of bowls she had swapped out and stole from us.  It took me a while to reconcile the nice, seemingly generous person we'd come to know and the aberrant drug fiend that she obviously is. The worst part was that we were giving her as much as she wanted at that point, yet, she still was stealing from us. Even if it was the last we had at the moment, or couldn't afford more, she had no compunction swapping out the apparatus and replacing it with an empty one. I was shocked I hadn't caught on to her ruse, sooner, but she was good at what she does. Slight of hand good. She had a drawer two layers deep of pilfered bowls. That was quite a lot of product. Ryan and I reclaimed them as payment for caring for her pets while she was hospitalized and then busted her red handed the next time she tried her little stunt. We told her it was not okay to steal from peop...

Wont the real king of the rejects please stand up. Paul gardner please stand up. 

 Even though I'm right. Even though it shouldn't be like this. Even though I'm doing what I can to be a better person. It isn't enough. It doesn't make a difference. I'm only getting screwed over by a new variety of people. There is no end in sight. No light at the end of the tunnel. No pot of gold where the rainbow ends. Nothing that can make the hurt and upset worth the struggle I've endured.   I'm done kidding myself. I'm done with the nonsense.  I'm just done.