Okay and welcome back. Did you miss me? I don't care. I don't care and I don't believe you actually

because I've learned not to believe what people say. And you don't take that to heart.

You just you just know as it comes in. They have something to say, and it's coming into you

and it's coming into your ears. You know not to believe it. Not that I can hear any of you and thank

God because I'm not in the mood to be gaslit. It's so, it's so hot in here. I've been hot.

And my landlord wanted to come by and I cannot catch a break.

I'm not in the mood for the feds to stop by when I'm not ready. Immediately when I get a call for my landlord, I know I have to answer because then he's going to leave a voicemail and then I'll

have to call him back anyway. Oh, what does he want? I thought he was maybe checking on the trash compactor or all the doors

that were broke, but now they're fixed. I just thought he was checking on us, but no, he wants to

infiltrate into the garage and look for some important papers in that I understand.

Maybe.

And he's, what are you supposed to do with him?

He's a 93-year-old geriatric.

He means well.

And, you know, he's quite with it.

Much to my dismay, I don't want someone checking on me.

I don't want someone coming into the garage

and checking on their papers with cigarette butts in the back and roaches that I dare still

look through to smoke because I've quit smoking once again. Immediately, what comes to my mind?

What am I hiding from this authoritative figure who really cannot

evict me because it's impossibly hard to evict somebody but i'm just scared of authority i'm terrified

oh the cat that's what we're hiding so i push it off so So I prolong my misery.

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