10:22 AM Joe's World, grow up!
It's true I haven't ever had sex. In fact, I haven't had a girlfriend since 1989 and don't care because women tend to toy with the minds! Then the girls I subsequently dreamed of wanting and/or wished I dated turned out to be either pill-popping, booze-guzzling, chain-smoking, sex-addicting pieces of TRAILER PARK TRASH or losers who look like they hit everything but the kitchen sink! I'm not gay FYI but women are far from my mind. Cussing's everywhere you go, it's been around since the 1800s and I grew up in a house where my folks practiced at swearing like Picasso did with paint. It's true I once didn't ever have any meltdown drama (my life's a sitcom compared to Bratney). What Bratney's doing makes what I went through like a Brady Bunch episode. Bratney's self medicating with booze, cocaine, marijuana and other drugs that's going to lead her to an early death whilst I did positives to cope like play drums, my guitar and help people. My mother passed this year but I didn't cry about it nor go crazy. I accepted she was dying and moved on. My grandmother died a few years ago and it was expected because she had bone cancer and I didn't cry over it as well. Supposedly Bratney's aunt was dying but she could've flown to be with her in her last days (she has the MONEY and resources) but NO, Bratney had to go get loaded, laid amongst other things whilst that was going on. I couldn't be there for either my mom or paternal grandmother because of financial considerations (I'm not rich like Bratney) and my last memories of my mom and grandmother were warm ones of each, them giving me a hug before I left for first SC then Florida. Bratney's sick, refuses to accept she's mentally ill and wants to die everytime I see her face. I may have autism/Aspergers Syndrome but I'm glad I have it!




