This Christmas has been peaceful and uneventful compared to the last when in captivity Palma bounced me from Ruby to Rosa and Tina, then to spend a week with Monday and Carolyn.

I did get somewhat of an eyesore, though. We went to Circle K, and when we pulled into the parking lot, the sight of the sheriff’s car made me sick with rage that I nearly sat in the car till it was gone. I wasn’t about to let the sight of it control me, though, so I went in, but I went in with a hell of an attitude. Not by anything I said, but by the way I moved and glared at the pig, whom I didn’t recognize as either the Robin H bullshitter or the nicer one that took me to Florence in July of last year.

“You’re drawing attention,” Tom said.

“I don’t care,” I replied.

Then after we were in the car, he told me he understood that I didn’t care, but that he didn’t want to get pulled over and hassled on his way to work or anything.

“Why would you? I’m the one who comped the attitude.”

“It’s vehicles they remember, not people.”

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about it,” I said, “and I doubt the pig even noticed, or else it would’ve probably come up in my face all defensive to ask what my problem was.”

I was looking out the window earlier. You’d never know they worked on the well. Unlike the other mother-fuckers, they picked all their trash up and took it with them.

When Tom was going through some stuff of his, he found a paperback containing the basics of German. I’ve been browsing through it, and although I have a knack for languages, it’s way harder than English, unlike Spanish, and it’s such an ugly language. But I’ve learned a few phrases like: Ich habe kein Buch - I have no book. And also, das ist ein Fenster - that is a window (they cap their nouns).

Although I still love the MP3 station Tom made for me, it has its problems. It crashes periodically, and the songs stutter at times. Tom’s working on that, though.

New Year’s Day will also be on a Tuesday. Any major holiday to fall on a Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday, is one more day I can sleep well. Especially if I’m on nights. I really think that the reason I haven’t been sleeping well during those days is that I know the freeloaders may have my sleep interrupted on those particular days.

Being on probation may be easier than being in jail, whether or not any of the DOs like you, but it’s hard enough. When I do not have to report to him, just the stress of knowing he could be by to bug me makes me restless at times. I don’t like people inviting themselves over. Also, I don’t dislike Scot, but I don’t like him much, either. And every time I have to see his fat face is one more time I’m reminded about the freeloaders, the pigs, the public defender, the judge, and everyone else that may’ve been involved in putting me where I am today.

I did nothing wrong! I don’t care what any fucked up laws or lying freeloaders/pigs say; I did nothing wrong. And anything I am guilty of giving those freeloaders, they deserved, they asked for it, and they provoked me into giving them what they got. I don’t feel the least bit sorry for them.

The black bitch was eating at my brain earlier and I thought to myself, I’ll bet she’s bold enough to still be listed under the same address and number. You know she was never scared of you. It was all about hate, anger and vindictiveness, not fear. She’d love for you to call her. She’s baiting you, in a sense, hoping her number will tempt you into calling her so she can use/abuse the law against you again with her pig friend.

Then I checked online and was stunned to find she doesn’t exist! I wonder if this should worry me. Could this mean that she and her sick associates do have future evil plans up their sleeves? Or are they hiding out in fear of me going after them for what they’ve done so far? If I fucked someone over the way they’ve fucked me over, I certainly wouldn’t want my address to be assessable to them, that’s for sure. Yeah, I think that’s it; they fucked me over bad, they know it, and they don’t want any retaliation. Like I could retaliate if I wanted to? Yeah, right! What could I do? Hunt them down and shoot them? Make them fess up to the authorities? Put a spell on them and make them all drink poison?

Anyway, I try not to let any pig or pig-like person intimidate me, but I know Scot could come and interrupt my sleep tomorrow on account of the sick bitch, and that he could still be my enemy for all I know, coming to frame me yet again for something I didn’t do. Or maybe something I kind of did that he expanded on. Some stupid, petty thing that would be quickly shooed out of most courtrooms in most states, but would be seen as next to murder in this one, stealing half a year or more of my life all over again. This is the way I have to live for another 22 months unless something is done to me to see that it’s longer, but if it is, they better hope I’m not bondable in the process, cuz they’ll never see me again if I am.