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It's Saturday afternoon. I'm alone and tired. The usual. Beautiful fall afternoon in the mountains.

Good time to further ruminate on the perfidy of my ex-wife. Witnessing indifference to the pain Of others, up close and over so many years. Whew. That will fuck you up. You can understand how easy it is to be pol pot or a mass murderer when you see how thoughtlessly someone like my ex blames others and doles out punishment.

While yawning.

She hurt me a lot. It's what I deserved. I'm dangerous. I broke a plate. I did coke. I didn't go down on her because it's hard to perform oral sex when you know the recipient thinks you're a jerk. Not worth talking to, like the rest of us who disappoint her.

And probably the wrong gender anyway. God she's a mess.

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