Letter to a Friend

It was not great speaking to you just now. The way you bring up my thirty year past tells me you have a problem with the way you’re living today. You think thirty years and I’m still the same cat. Get your lips off that beer, talking about health, I’ll have none of that. The way you put the f-word here and the f-word there, not educating me on what you say is unfair about 5G and the GMO agenda. Let’s get back to what we have control over, nothing you hear, unless over my shoulder. I’ve heard this shit before over and over straight to my face. You can’t see that I’m older? I’m wiser than a believer of soft theories, the reason for the division of deep diving freaks from moderate thinkers. I’m sorry you’re confused and blame psych meds in our water for cancer, the transgendered, and everything else. But I take the meds and don’t throw them down the drain because I have found over thirty years of trial and error that it helps my brain. Easy for you to say I got dosed and that’s why I’m strange but I’m not the one going around spreading delusions and insane talking points you say have been researched by you, not most. Humanity is not as bad as you think it is. Politicians suck and billionaires should share but you’re too lazy to be either and will never compare. Don’t call me again unless you find the motivation to talk about productive things with normal emotions. I love you, goodbye. I second the notion.