I have been dying. Oh well.
No viruses or other illnesses popular on the west coast. My intestines are slowly being ripped apart by muscle twitching and spasms caused by a Parkinson's-like affliction. I already have a hole in the abdominal wall. It feels kind of like a little alien squirming around and getting ready to burst out, maybe I better keep a video camera handy...
I am down to 141 lbs, not good at 5' 11". I am becoming less and less able to eat. I am pretty weak most of the time, and I haven't street luged in months! At this rate I will not make it to 2005.
I have to go to court 800 miles away next week. I use medical cannabis to quell the muscle twitching and to restore the missing dopamine in my brain. I guess I could go to jail now too, even though I have all the necessary approvals from the State of California. Federal law however views me as a dangerous criminal and says I must be punished for possessing less than 1/4 ounce of medicine. Of course the powerful mind-dulling and expensive painkiller prescriptions are fine.
Whether I die free or imprisoned, I am working to get my rocket designs into the hands of someone that can produce them and get them out to the world. (Not Estes, they emailed me a few weeks ago saying they wanted to interview for their R&D. When I called, they had no idea who I was and the person I spoke with was almost rude. Last I heard from them.) I must have 100+ designs that no one has seen. I am hoping they will prove to be a continuing source of income for my family.
I hope some of you get mad and call your government. If you don't get to see a future with Shrockets in it, blame Washington. I know my wife will.
Yes, this is for real, and yes it sucks. Oh well, I can still eat chocolate, and there is that new Vanilla Pepsi out now.
shrox
No viruses or other illnesses popular on the west coast. My intestines are slowly being ripped apart by muscle twitching and spasms caused by a Parkinson's-like affliction. I already have a hole in the abdominal wall. It feels kind of like a little alien squirming around and getting ready to burst out, maybe I better keep a video camera handy...
I am down to 141 lbs, not good at 5' 11". I am becoming less and less able to eat. I am pretty weak most of the time, and I haven't street luged in months! At this rate I will not make it to 2005.
I have to go to court 800 miles away next week. I use medical cannabis to quell the muscle twitching and to restore the missing dopamine in my brain. I guess I could go to jail now too, even though I have all the necessary approvals from the State of California. Federal law however views me as a dangerous criminal and says I must be punished for possessing less than 1/4 ounce of medicine. Of course the powerful mind-dulling and expensive painkiller prescriptions are fine.
Whether I die free or imprisoned, I am working to get my rocket designs into the hands of someone that can produce them and get them out to the world. (Not Estes, they emailed me a few weeks ago saying they wanted to interview for their R&D. When I called, they had no idea who I was and the person I spoke with was almost rude. Last I heard from them.) I must have 100+ designs that no one has seen. I am hoping they will prove to be a continuing source of income for my family.
I hope some of you get mad and call your government. If you don't get to see a future with Shrockets in it, blame Washington. I know my wife will.
Yes, this is for real, and yes it sucks. Oh well, I can still eat chocolate, and there is that new Vanilla Pepsi out now.
shrox
