Laughter resounds, as the hapless NSA agent takes another hit off the meth-pipe in the bugged home of Tony T. Lies -- who is not really 44 or 45 years old, but an aged and wisened, yet ex Real Estate Agent, who is actually sixty.

He "looks" sixty.

But trust me, he's sixty.

I don't remember much, but I hated all the meth.

It's a dark synthetic drug.

I like plain old amino acids more. :)

The truth is, you are a lie.

You are a sociopath, and a lie.

You gave me my first hit of meth, and I will never trust you.

Remember,

When I showed up fucked up at your house, kicked out onto the street by my group home "and" the hospital, with a dose of fentanyl and the cold weather of Maine for a two mile walk to sleep on the floor, and you whisperred past me, saying, as you looked down at me in pity on your floor, "I will always be there to help you out. You have a good soul."

No I don't.

I have a half white, half dark, but mosty dark soul, that is truly mean, hateful, callous, awful, and cold, and dark.

And I would have survived that night without you.

I don't know about you, Tony. But your entire meth-house has now been dissolved.

I've side-helped the DEA for a long time.

And I don't like your bugged house.

Stop trying to fix your computer, and find the cell phone or remote device someone left in your house.

I mean, we all get a little paranoid, but I'm really psychic..

And I don't know about you, whether you "saw" the sign, or not.

But I drew it.

And you will all be crucified.





- BLS