I am going back through all your old TikTok's, searching for clues to help me write "the magic email", which will I dare not say.
You look extra great in that video. Especially side-by-side with the others, back when you were a bit worn out. Then you go outside and it's like "ah! that feels good".
Come go with me.
Where all the winds blow.
Where you can yell and hoot and holler and shout and caterwaul! at the moon and no one hears you but me and... that'll be it there's no one up there unless it's an NSA drone. :0)
I live here now. In wVa. With return trips to NYC as desired by others. Others want me on the 28th. Probably back around the 20th.
Goddamn stupid ass "check-ins". The bright boys at NYCjustice think that by giving extra bullshit to deal with it'll help compliance. That's not why I comply. If you weren't in NYC I'd tell them to take their gay ass asses and shove them up their fellow prosecutor's ass. Then they can both go fuck each other. But I may want to see you at your invitation, so I better do what they demand. Fucking f@gs. Every male lawyer on earth is a f@g.
Except maybe your boss who looks like a sexual harassment charge in pants.
Young Rachel Tokar, from the banks of the Hudson, you're the star of the county down.
*****
I hope that p!g fucking prosecutor reads this. Cocksucker couldn't survive one day in the wilderness.