Cough cough

Im getting a bit run down in this place – it’s cold and damp – the walls are concrete.

I am waiting for my lunatic and inverted narcissist (remaining parent ), to die so I can challenge the will – the sick bastard will have given it all to his new and very accomodating ( ten year younger ), girlfriend.

1.4 million dollars – which would get me a flat here in Wellington.

I can work – with my injuries, but I suppose that good old Das just doesn’t care.