Your Box is Covered in 5 Day Old Vomit, Spinal Fluid, and Skull Matter
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Nobody wanted to tell me how it got here, so I’m ensuring it’s safe for the pickup!
Medication Time…Medication Time…
Mail order specialty infusion only medication. It needs refrigeration and is shipped with ice packs. It’s a hassle and a half, and after two successful shipments to me, this one…went somewhere else.
It went to my last “known” address on record, the one I was forced to leave per my ex-Wife’s false testimony in an affidavit.
The person who served as my Advocate at the Pharmacy told me I should not feel mad at Dr. GXXXXXXXX who he, and his team, sent me to the Baylor ER due to not returning phone calls, and delayed my medication by sending in the wrong prescription — my Advocate was excusing them and putting me down for being upset. Why? Well, her Son’s a convicted drug dealer so the whole apple-tree thing right?
The Team of Assailants
So from Pharmacy to Not-Me, my ex-Wife is informed and tells me about it and I have already contacted Pharmacy…then my estranged Dad — a serial thief who violated the CFAA by hacking my Verizon account (truth, Southlake PD didn’t care, also truth) — got his hands on it and messaged me:
What do you want to do about this?
When I awake to read that message — after a session of rest following infection expulsion cycle — I call the Southlake PD and tell them my property has been stolen. They are again not interested in doing anything about the Man who lied to them on the phone. Oh, and I also could not go get MY medication from that Old Man if I wanted because of a Criminal Trespass Warning. I got that warning after he lied to the cops.
An Unannounced El Paso Snitch Advocate Liar
The box shows up with my “Advocate” all the way from El Paso and some Dude-Bro-American-Curry-Nice-Shoes unannounced. No paperwork. Just them and the box.
I take the box and go back to what I was doing. I have a life. The medication is supposed to support my life. It’s not supposed to be my life.
Those two on the porch?
Without me taking their drugs, they gotta get a real fucking job.
Maybe that’s why when I noticed the box had been opened and re-sealed and in a method to try and hide that fact, well, El Paso Snitch Advisor told me I was wrong. Pictures. A video. I gave her 5 minutes.
We will come pick it up.
50 Ounces of Freedom
That’s why I poured my infectious waste all over your innocent box with a suspicious story and all the people in my life who profit from me being their bitch. Fuck you. Enjoy the stench.
