In Vegas again!
I got enough from Michael, as you have seen in my previous posts. Michael is a looney toon, and my friend Kal was right he is a scatter brains now from his accident. Everything he labeled me as turns out he was the one himself. So fuck that dude, I can't even breathe in that office with out pissing him off because he isn't making money. He even forced me out of the house I came up there on uhhhhggggg.... The last straw is when he attempted to held me against my own will, and because of why? i breathed wrong and I made my friend in madras a website.... a fucking website with my company dorkmedia labeled on it, but it was also had linked to redmond computers? so I dunno, if I made money on the side it was my fucking business not his. But regardless I didn't, I was thinking about starting a blast for it. Since it was not in any form or way business with computer repair or should I say internet service providing. If I had a tape recorder for the bullshit he said that friday mor