Something inside of me broke

That's a Dylan line. But it happened to me too and to all the others who suffer.  The horror the horror in south Harlem. That's Conrad.

Take care of your own shit. Yesterday, fishing for your next round of cash, out of the blue, you opined that it was good we were talking without lawyers.

You fucking ghosted me for years. As if this situation had something to do with me. As if I lawyered up. Protect me from conversation.  

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