Wednesday 4/17/24
Taxes are done, but had to deal with the illegal activities of an insane racist who defaulted on payments to many people--with me perhaps being owed more money than anyone due to the volume and nature of the work I did--and now is up to fuckery with the IRS and hates white people so much that he...wait until I go into this. People in jazz circles will know exactly who I'm talking about already, but this criminal is going to get done up right in these pages and not just be mentioned here in passing. Sociopath.
More story work. Outstanding. Just outstanding.
Ran 3000 stairs, did 210 push-ups, which is a strange number, but I did seven sets of thirty, and walked three miles.
Talked on FaceTime to my buddy. Hadn't done that in a couple weeks.
This isn't even the thief I referenced earlier. That's coming. That person is the editor in chief of a website where literary types like to gather. It's like their hub, if you know what I mean. And like the above guy, this person steals money. That's not a figure of speech. And I'm going to light this motherfucker up. And then we'll go through everyone in bed with him.
What else? I watched the second serial of Sapphire and Steel, "The Railway Station," and I have to say, I'm shocked--I was borderline disturbed--that they sacrificed Mr. Tully. I couldn't believe that. The good guys murdered the guy. Betrayed and murdered him as part of a plan. The titular heroes did this. I watch this show now, because I'd like to write something about it, and my initial understanding was this was for children, but I don't know how this could have been meant primarily for kids. Then again, some of the best horror there is is for kids, "officially."
