I get a lot of mail which asks me how people can get in touch with me. Well, it’s really quite easy.
9804 Sanderling Way
Highlands Ranch, CO
To e-mail me about your unjust situation, write to: firstname.lastname@example.org
I’m also mobile at any hour of the day.
I answer all that I can and the best way for me to help you, or to have others who are closer by you assist you in acquiring social justice is to leave your name and contact information, as this site isn’t just about my apologies for the ravings of a syphilitic madman (who shall remain nameless, but you all know to whom I refer).
I mean, I didn’t vote for the wigged fucker. I voted for the winner who was robbed and should be guiding my nation right now. However, back to the matter at hand. I remember feeling like no one gave a shit about me and how society was completely fucking me up. That’s why I do this now.
Someone is looking for you and wants to help you in any way possible, and if that someone (myself) can’t help you directly, then the least that can be done is to spread the message so that someone nearby can do what I might not be able to do from Colorado.
Whatever answers I don’t have can usually be found in the back of a book (American school joke). The tough part for me is to answer in a culturally acceptable manner-which is why I want to know where you’re from; so that I can learn about the customs in the region where you live and answer accordingly. With regard to violating the American social structure, I don’t really give a flying fuck about that, because I’ve been the outcast since I was five-years-old.
Do I know exactly what I’m doing? Well, was Ronald Reagan awake at the Cabinet meetings?
There’s your answer, sporto.
You see, unlike most Americans, I’m honest about my particular ignorance, and it’s my intention to learn your culture so that I can figure out how to bend the rules. I always look for the loopholes so that I can do what I need to do without breaking the law.
It helps when you completed your psychology classes with mostly A’s and B’s.
Don’t be afraid to tell me your story and don’t be afraid to give your name. I won’t condemn you. I’m trying to help you. Someone else might find you and help you in ways that I cannot.
It’s not that I’m necessarily a good person, per se. It’s more that I know what it’s like to be left behind and I don’t want that to happen to someone else, because I know the personal destruction that follows. Frankly, I think we’ve seen enough of that.