So here's the thing. We're not getting anywhere. What you should have done was just simply be entertained by my prose. That's what you should have done. But you're Mike so we can't really ever expect anything less than total and absolute lunacy and a mad scramble for control and reputation damage work.

You're just gonna try different psychological strategies until I apparently call you, which isn't happening. But you can't take no for an answer because this isn't anyone's world but yours. It just really belongs to you. Everyone needs to hop to when you snap your fingers. And that's how I know you have a mental illness. There's no reason for you to be like that. You had siblings, you were the oldest, not the baby. Your parents are decent human beings. You've seen mental health professionals before, maybe you should go back, give yourself a bunch of goals again and see if you can't go back to work while the end of the world approaches. I have no idea why you couldn't do both. Karina's working three jobs apparently and she loves 'Jesus.' She gets a pass.

Get back to life, my dude! You're just making yourself miserable. If you miss being homeless do that again. Pick a good city!