He Was Happy His Mother Had MS

Yesterday a chill went down my spine. And my heart sunk. I heard about someone I haven't heard about in a long while. Granted, I brought him up by way of a quick joke. Didn't expect to hear of anyone's recent interactions with him but I did.

The bad stuff, I thought, had faded into my memory. I didn't even realize I still hold a grudge against him. But... I do. Sorry... telling me you want me dead, kicking me out at a moment's notice and influencing one of my best friends to stop talking to me... these things, I guess, stick with me. Let's not forget that I set you up with her (what was I thinking...) or about the Satanic bible you kept around the place as light reading. (Yes, I know about the supposed difference between Satanism according to Anton LeVoy and the goofy stuff you see in the movies but still... Satanism, in my opinion is lame. Actually, that was a friend of mine's opinion yesterday and I'm stealing his words because I simply agree though I do believe everyone has the right to believe what they want without harrassment.)

I have chosen to let it go as of yesterday. I felt assured by the friend who speaks to him on occasion that I will not be brought up to him. He doesn't need to know anything about me and I really don't want him to know anything. He was creepy. Except that stupid looking tattoo on his back. The artist tried to do it freehand, hee hee hee.