I have
a constant need to know that true insanity knows no bounds. I am in
fact a psychotic, but I have goals. For instance, yesterday I ate
13 steaks. While some may look at this as a minor accomplishment I
see it this way: Could you eat 13 steaks in 1 day? I think not!!!!
It literally takes bowels of steel. Not to mention the fact that a
person could become desperately ill with the thought of steak after
even the first 6 much less 7. The violent episodes in the bathroom
were nothing I am proud of either.
"Why did he do that?" you may be asking yourself? I have no idea.
As for this "Website", I hate it. My friend who got a hold of one
of my letters thought it was funny. He asked me if I just spent all
of my days writing letters, and where I found the time to do so. He
asks me a lot of things. I think he is an idiot. Does he have any
idea how hard it is to get respect from an imbecile? In any case,
he said he would give me money if I were to give him some of my letters
and write a stupid statement about why I do the things I do.
I made him a better deal.
I convinced him to let me sneak in his house and let me shave his
wife's head while she was sleeping. In return I will share my letters
and he will wash my feet in laundry detergent every other day at 3:17
pm (excluding the third Sunday of every fourth month.) He agreed;
however the website is still stupid. I still do not get what is so
"funny" about my life. I have been diagnosed with several mental disorders
and I don't like to be laughed at.
I also hate: Basketball, fried chicken (only when served with green
beans - green beans are only good when served with steak, and even
then they should never be eaten), People named Joe, Gerald or Gerardo.
Sincerely,
Brad Fith
