If You Don’t Have Anything Good to Say: Don’t Say It?

jason quinlan 1990

The Descent Continues

Let me see…last three years have been a downward spiral. I lost my house, car, got run over by a truck, lost ability to play guitar (probably the biggest blow), insurance, my bike, got my identity stolen, can't go to the gym anymore because of this stupid Ulnar nerve injury,

I had to go to court 5 times to beat a completely frivolous civil complaint (even though I won, I lost after lawyer fees, don't really have a place to live, I can't feel half of my right hand — I'm sure there's more suffering lost in the haze. People always want to blame drugs or alcohol. All my “friends” have left me for dead.

 

I was expecting that.

 

The fact is, you don't see me. I'm a recluse. I don't like people. You don't know what the fuck I do. I've been the soberest I've ever been in my life: IT SUCKS!

As far as the rest goes: I don't steal, I'm a man of my word, I have a good work ethic, I help people when I can…

I can tell you what day all of the started and spiraled downward: October 8th, 2013:

 

Fuck all you greedy bastards.

 

No matter what I try to do life just sucks more and more. Suicide doesn't even interest me. I'm a sadomasochist I want to see how much I can suffer.

I'm sure there are some schadenfreude human-trafficking motherfuckers out there reading this with the enjoyment.

It not like I want my life to suck, no matter what I do life just keeps smacking me down.

People say “it's all up from here”, but is it?

Really?

The was no point to this article.

Just venting.

#FML

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Jason Quinlan

Internet Marketer, Musician, ex-adults Exec - the most notorious guy you never heard of.