3RD EYE PARANORMAL INVESTIGATIONS LIMITED
This is the face of my
best mate’s dad, Demon Joe. We called him Demon Joe because his son had a wicked
shot at football. He’s really helped me out a lot, I’d like to thank him. He
started out by giving me a bugged TV to watch porn on as a kid. He’s into his sleek
fancy saloon cars and bespoke hotels. He keeps in touch all the time. It’s like
he’s with me 24/7. I see him everywhere. More than I’d like too actually. He recommends
I keep in direct correspondence with his son, who is NOT my chief TORMENTOR, he
is my good old compadre from school, I will not have it said any differently. We
are not spiritual rivals from yesteryear, NARC & CHOSEN, we are simply
competitive co-gamers on Street Fighter 2 Snes/megadrive.
I adore David’s company
(Joe’s son), he’s a positive influence in my life, he always bigs me up, keeps
me calm, gives me positive vibes. In a way, I couldn’t live without him. He inspires
me to shout loudly in public houses at closing time, asking the management, at
the top of my voice, to release any toad-eaters from the cellar. He says obeying like this will boast my self-confidence.
He’s so kind, he has all
this power and responsibility, not like being in my head or anything, but in
the community, facing me, being a man all the time and that, sharing my company on the veridal plain (actual reality). There’ll be loads
more of material about him, I miss him when he goes the toilet, and takes a
break from me for two minutes, because like his father, he seems to be there all
the time.
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