Received this note randomly in my inbox. Never chatted before, bit similarities abound.
Published with his support…
I know the feeling of not being able to open certain web pages out of sheer, squirming anxiety. This was appropriate when I was on home detention/probation for 12/6 months respectively for buyin’ the durgs off the ‘net, and I wasn’t allowed shit that could speak hypertext.
Don’t feel obligated to reply, I’m just writing in support. Channel your energies into whatever gets you through. I started cooking really nice food spent well over 600 hours playing open-world games on Xbox. I remember I made a stollen with a log of marzipan through the middle. Holy fuck, it was good.
Got close to this state again looking after my girlfriend’s place out in the wops while they were in England. I mean it was beautiful out there but I don’t have a driver’s license or a car. What drove me nuts about it was being fucken spied on by the neighbours. I had my mate around and I get a call from England saying that my brother (!) isn’t allowed at the house (he’s perceived as a dodgy cunt, long past the days of his legal high habit). My mate going around the side of the house in the dark to look for his $1500 camera that had been stolen and fucken chewed up by one of the dogs was perceived as skullduggery at its finest. So two nights in I’m made aware I’m being spied on and told that I’m not allowed any company.