Iron Bars And Names In Fire
I bet you didn't.
Well, guess I have to explain where I've been.
If you recall my last post, I decided to talk a walk in the rain at night. Well, two guys with a fetish for skimasks and broken beer bottles, decided to do the same.
So, about now you've automatically assumed that I was mugged and put in the hospital.
I was arrested for mugging two guys in ski masks and spent two months in lockup for aggravated assault.
I was released a day and a half ago. Nobody could prove how the one guy's jaw was shattered, and the other had severe internal bleeding, but had no scrapes, or bruises to show that anything even happened; those belonged to me.
But, that's really not the eventful part. Making new aquaintences was the best part.
My celly's name was Albert Faria. A priest that wasn't jailed for what you are thinking he would be jailed for, he wasn't a real priest. He was in for grand larceny. A very smart and successful con man.
He figured that the quickest way to make money, was religion. I've never seen the guy, for a couple of reasons: one, I don't do church, second, he got himself a gig at a church in the upper class region of Pinnacle City. I live out in the slums, the ghetto, by choice and not submission.
Anyways, Albert scammed the rich out of tens of thousands of dollars. Couldn't find a better place to find sinners that would rather buy their way to salvation, than to earn it.
He showed me something I didn't realize. I have special "talents" that can be used to my own benefit, I'll get to that in my next post, I think it's time I tell you people a little about myself.
Realized that the people that I loathe; the rich, the superficial, the powerful, the supers, could all be "dealt" with to my own gain. He also helped me, through a long session of questioning, exactly WHO is at the top of my list.
Not sure when he'll get out, or IF he'll get out. But I owe him a lot. I no longer have to sit through sitcoms and evening news for entertainment.
I will be the entertainment.