Final Will

I'm apparently out of business and options, so I leave everything to you. Especially my phone and tablet which give you access to my accounts (one is batowtahel 441).

I have va burial rights but don't care how they get rid of me (definitely not expecting you to do anything).

I've filed for unemployment, using Korena as my boss (they paid me). I'll see if that works before I do anything else. It might get intercepted though.

Korena just said I'm going back on monday, so I'll hang in there

Update: Blogspot's new version SUCKS...

Nevermind I go get the truck tomorrow to resume work, so I'm not supposed to drink 24 hours before then, and could get randomly tested immediately (and fired permanently if I have anything over 0.0)

I recently confirmed that I'm wearing my retirement plan around my neck (my bandanna) should I get nailed again, and don't give a shit anymore.

Even if the communists don't win this election, the country has gone into the crapper, and we're looking at armed insurrection instigated by 90% of the media, and I don't want to see any more, regardless of who wins.

Somehow every spoiled brat athlete agrees with that 90% that TRUMP is the liar, systemic racism is a FACT, and the Republican Party are reaponsible for that, along with our "division" (ie riots etc).

I warned you guys: The stupification and brainwashing of the "underclass" via acedemia and media has succeeded, and the United States are doomed.

G FUCK YOU I was right. Stick your eyerolls, snickers, and snorts up your ass and ADMIT it.

But I digress: wearing my last resort around my neck all the time is liberating.  If Big Brother nails me again, I'm done. All I need is a doorknob or hook.

Indeed, when I tested positive the first time, I had "rescue tape" wrapped around my neck in the parking lot (it wasn't working) when Korena called me.

I was pulling the tape away from my neck, then cutting it loose with my knife, as I spoke to her.  (It clogged up my sinuses, but couldn't kill me.)

Korena gave me a ray of hope. She seemed determined to salvage me, and swore that she could, so I hung in there (haha).

But I owe Huntington Bank over a grand now (let alone what I owe YOU), and that's only because Huntington was my alternate credit card when my hotel bill came due and my FNB card was "NSF".

I'd be on the street dead otherwise, as Korena cut me loose (Long story she is as much a saint as a monster here, which drives me nuts) BUT:

I'm done being fucked with, so I'm daring my new carriers to test me on my first day with them, and am drinking beer at 5:28 pm.

Bro: "Freedom and the Collective" is all I can leave you, and if you don't use it (because you assume it sucks), that's on you.

On the off chance that you, G, and B actually read and consider my novel (chuh!), you can finish it, and submit it to Amazon for chump-change, and write sequals!

G can write sequals.  He doesn't deserve it, but he can do it.

Okbye there's the update in case I cash out tomorrow okbye

My typeface inconsistency is Blogspot's fault: Whovever "updated" it  ruined it. They should be taken out and shot (or at least fired).

Anyhoo I left McLarens pub with an extra (thousand dollar) cellphone which looked like mine, and didn't  realize it til I got to my room.

I was going to go back to each bar I had been to to return it, but fortunately it's owner called "me", and told me where he was.

Tell G I'm not an asshole, and to go fuck himself.

No. Offence.

This just in

 I've secreted a balance in my FNB Business account. I'm Batowtahel Inc (as well as just me).

I have other debts, but hope to leave you this pittance, and leave it to you.

Yeah I'm an asshole, but I owed you first, and you're my bro, so I want you to get it.

Hell

 My hotel bill was 300.00 more than I'd thought and I owe Huntington Bank a bunch of money including overdraft fees.

The hotel hounded me every 20 minutes until Korena finally paid me through tuesday.

Today they were kicking me out again and Korena wouldn't answer her phone.

When she finally did she yelled at me. Said she was in court and couldn't do anything.

I had a few bucks left for food and uber and used  clc card again because they told me to get out of the room and check in after Korena had finally paid my bill (the truck isn't ready as usual).

It's the same thing as when I lost my truck. Hotel people hounding me and Korena dragging it out.

 I get that I'm lucky to still have a job, but on top of this she's going to take the hotel costs out of my pay; it's an advance.

What do I have to look forward to? Crap I'm supposed to go to REHAB on weekends because of the one positive test. 

I got some chicken and 9" of a sub from 2 days ago and some peanuts and cheerios.

I tell ya, I'm close to the edge here.

I'll work on my book some more. Wish I could show it to somebody for some feedback. I think it's good; the female characters are as deep and well-developed as the males. Women should like it too.

I get into religeon, abortion and stuff and should really piss some people off. People should argue about it.

If I die you really should check it out. Copy/paste it into WORD and submit it to Amazon. I give you the rights. It doesn't even need to sell many copies (audio too) for you to get your money and more back (and it keeps coming).

G is capable of sequels if you aren't.

If this is my last entry you'll get an email from me, but you can find Freedom and the Collective searching "Other Blogs by this Writer".

My pen name is Lee Rising.

Hope

The only reason why Korena hasn't cut me loose yet has to be irrational.

She could easily have put another driver in her truck in this market, but she kept trying to get some carrier to hire me, personally, despite my hideous on-paper record.

A note on this: An over-length fine in Michigan, for which a bench-warrent for my arrest was issued when the fine wasn't paid, was bullshit.

It might have been identity theft again, or the scumbags just made it up.

A ticket in Ohio was for "crossing the center line", and I was too lazy to check it out when I got it, and just forwarded it to Korena.

I thought it was for "weaving"; distracted driving or whatever, but it was this pile of shit with a badge pinned on it trying to screw me as badly as he possibly could:

This was on me: If I'd studied the citation for maybe 15 minutes, I would have immediately called Driver's Legal and paid them 200.00 to get this bullshit tossed out.

I was on I-80, and the "center line" was a MEDIAN.

But because I was too lazy to do 10 minutes of homework, and couldn't imagine that this cop would deliberately screw me like that, I just forwarded it to Korena (who I stupidly trusted to look out for me).

The result was a "reckless driving" conviction.

I'm not bashing Korena over that. She's my boss, not my mommy. She manages several drivers and trucks. The world doesn't revolve around me.

But it and the Michigan ticket were bullshit, even BEFORE my positive alchohol test, and Korena has gone through hell to find me a new gig and keep me.

I just passed my pre-employment physical (including no diabetes and good blood pressure at 64).

They advanced me 250.00 and paid my hotel for several days while the assholes in New Castle "order parts" etc as usual while gouging her for 139.00/hour (don't get me started.  I could have saved her at least 2.5k and 25 days downtime had she listened to me).

...Anyhoo, my complaints about Korena are all still legit: She underpays me, makes me pay for hotel rooms when the truck is in for repairs, jams me up on hours sometimes, and her sister (the legal owner of the truck) remains disdainful and insulting to me.

But right now I'm grateful, and love Korena for having stubbornly gone through 27+ carriers to get me a new gig, instead of just replacing me.

Don't get me wrong: I'm 64, and suicide is always there for me. I wish you people didn't make such a big deal about that but I digress.

Don't count me in.  I might not wake up at any time. I'm just telling you that Korena (while disturbed and often irrational) isn't evil.

Korena underpays me and makes me pay for hotels when HER TRUCK is being repaired (which is rediculously unfair), but now here I am, with a new gig after a positive alchohol test, with a new gig--thanks to her.

Not to mention the tax stuff (don't keep me started; Korena is more rational than at least one of you) but I digress:

Today (sunday) I blew 38 bucks on Uber (stiffing both drivers, which irks me) to get to/from my physical.

I tried to take public transport, but on sunday it didn't work (the second uber guy picked me up at a bus stop).

I admit that I got dropped off at a BWW and drank beer and watched the Browns beat the Bengals.

As I write, I am drinking 2.00 drafts at McClarens Pub near my hotel.

I'm kinda going nuts here--actually trying to drink as much beer as possible, since I won't get a "pop quizz" before thursday, see?

I've been ordering Chinese Food and getting Chef's and Antipasto salads from another place pickup; no delivery).

The Chinese lasts me 1.75 days; the salads 1.25 days (more like 1.5 since I have started oh screw you quit bashing me).

I got 4 bags of peanuts in the shell on the way back from BWW for about 7.50. I will eat some of those shells, and plan to nuke some in water to see how that works, but I have no problem eating shells in the first place.

I SAVE peanut shells, just in case.

You have never been here. You don’t get it. I owe you a lot of money, and can’t pay. CANNOT.

I’m in the hole with Korena again and am stalling Sprint again and—-

Well I think the book I’ve half written has real value.

Nah it must be garbage, right?

G can go fly a kite bro, but you should give my work a fair hearing, and exploit if it outlasts me.

Anyway okbye

What I Leave You (if You Think Clearly)

 As you know, I've failed a random alcholol test, and have been termitated by Falcon Transport.

Korena is trying to get me and her truck a new gig.

She has connections, but I'm not optimistic. I look horrible on paper...somehow...(it's mostly bullshit, and the rest is me sticking my neck out for her; running with an expired licence, etc).

For now, I'm in a hotel, as I was before, when I lost my truck.

If/when I run out of money this time, I will (successfully) kill myself.

YOU need to take this seriously:

I have been using this platform to write a novel, which I intended to copy/paste to MS Word, and submit to Amazon for publication.

I can't afford a laptop, you see, and--nevermind, but this was the only way I could do it. 

It's "Freedom and the Collective".

I intended to have Amazon pay you the royalties.

Well, if I die before I complete this novel, don't assume it's garbage. George can finish it if you can't.George can even write the sequal.

This is all I can leave you.

And it's NOT garbage!

Update: I'm broke.  The sisters pulled the old "lost in the mail" bullshit with my last paycheck due over 3 weeks ago.

2 days ago she said they'd make a deposit. And  didn't.  They won't answer the phone or text or email, so this might be it.

I have some info for you. The first part is Draftkings Betus. Not much here. 

I'll email before I check out with some more.