Are My What...Friends..? What Friends...Who Now..!

These people that i work-for...
how can i call them "friends" wgen they treat their garbage-man beter than they do i..? Sol, his ex Franny, bully up the street, jamie, they all talk-down to me, abuse me, and treat me like shit, because it makes them better to pic on somebody more intelectually capabul of holding a conversation of real-meaning with powers they can only hope to understand, be a part-of or in the position to control.
They can see that i can change the world around them, and it is eather too much for them to accept (that this little nigger in his third-floor apartment, could in any way turn-out to eather be or simply thought to be, The Reincarnated Christ, their living-god himself.
Well oh my, Oh Me Oh My, oh my oh my oh my...
it's not like they are the first people to ever have to deal with these facts, and in a most personal, up-front, in-your-face sort af way too.
why i have even had an article written-up in The Montreal Mirror for goodness-sakes !!
Yet none of these people have chosen to show such negitive actions, or behavioursims towards my exestance, quite or at-all in the same way as Sol and his bunch.

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Dec 4th. The Aftermath

and so cheap little, sol, is making me pay him an extra ninty-bucks intrest because i'm a-hundred Bucks short of the 13 and four days-late! And he has Twelve right now as soon as Jamie comes to pick it up..!
he makes me sick, and this month i won't borrow ine cent from him, and really fuck-him-up..!