So I decided to get the hell out. But not go quietly. I thought a lot about how to do this. I could buy a gun, like pretty much any asshole in America. Bar the doors one morning and take out as many Bayview lemmings as I have bullets for before turning the last one on myself. And I’d have a lot of bullets. But that’s been done to death. It doesn’t have the same impact anymore. I want to be more creative. More unique. I want my suicide to be talked about for years. I want imposters to try to imitate me. And fail, because the planning this takes is beyond your average depressed loser with a
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