Back to the grind

Back to the messages.

All the food and drink in the house is drugged.
All the beer that I buy is drugged.
Now you've started drugging my cigarettes.
I can't work.
I can't go out.
No one will admit that this is happening, and most thinks its kind of funny.
Talking about any of this is just proof of my anger problem or other mental illness.

So you're either just stupid or you're waiting for me to crack so you can do whatever it is that you really want to do. I told you a few weeks ago I don't actually believe that any of the people around me are as stupid as they pretend to be.