It's a lovely cold fresh sunny morning, with hardly a cloud in the sky, and certainly only hope and faith in mine heart. I've run out of supplies and am down to my last tea-bag. I do have half a loaf of bread left, and am trying to quit smoking.
Gung Fu stole the keys to my apartment. Each time I've come home, the door has been unlocked. Food, cigarettes, candles have gone missing. I don't care; but, I've locked the front door (Woody Allen out of Bananas style!) and secured the back. Ronulus stays on guard, attracting attention as he barks, while Gung Fu tries to break in. When he comes round, I will tell him to give the key back. When he gets stressy, I'll shut the window, when he gets heavy, I'll just call the authorities.He said, "I knew everything their is to know about being in the Army at the time I learned to walk." (He wouldn't have the first clue about drill, working as part of a team, charlie and delta fire-teams, I.A. drills, anything) He also says theirs a 1,000 bytes in a mega-byte. He really doesn't know anything, yet he thinks he does. He is like the Emperor Gallienus, but worse. His homeless mates all fight and steal, they are untrustworthy (Justin, Saemus and Hannibal) and Gung Fu is due to be evicted soon, which should be fun. I warned him if he didn't get his rent paid, they will throw him out. That was six months ago. It has now reached the point of no return.
I cast off the shackles of his "friendship" (and many other people) to prefer instead, to Learn, and to Live, in a manner befitting an Alumnus. Not a petty thief or a violent gangster, but an Enlightened soul.Stay On the Flex.Max.
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