You Know What You Are


Arno hung out with Mario, who defamed me on Google by referencing my police reports in a detailed file, that only unvield small crimes like taking my parents car or smoking weed.

They were both punks, who often drove me to punk rock shows, at a strange club called "The Kave" in Bangor, Maine, where there is a strong neo-nazi movement in the Bangor High school right now.

The two of them always had a weird way of being cruel to each other, and eventually both wore leather, and acted very discrepitive around me.

They started hanging out with the popular kids, every now and then, and Mario especially.

I made a joke about hacking to Arno once, and he said he wanted to punch me.

It was all really weird, but ever since thinking about it long enough, I think the strong hatred some people have for this country has been a personal issue all along, and that neo-nazi's have a strong "presence" in the true crimes against America.

Right now, a person who has been disrupting my work, who has a 666 tattoo and claims to be a thug with "it in for some people" -- I acted a little bit, and found out he wants three people killed, and really, I think he's a neo-nazi thug who would love to kill me too.

He not only threatened me in the hall last night, after this weekend, but leaves his door open with a cold window breezing freezing Maine air right beside my room, while sitting around leaves and voodoo products all day long, doing nothing but drinking a blue cup of water while tranquilized from his violence by at least five medications.


BLS