As in the kind of guy a grifter seeks out as easy pickings.
This was her way of assigning some bouffant, Tammy Wynette, cracker ass parking lot cred to herself, while dismissing the genuine hard knocks I took full on when she abandoned me after my fathers death.
The two reasons I was relegated to the mark zone:
#1) I was on a greyhound bus and gave a guy that just got out of prison enough money to buy himself lunch on his trip between prison and a halfway house in Austin.
#2 ) I gave a guy that lived down the street from her a ride to the bus station. The son of one of her neighbors. He was bouncing around on the couch's of friend's and family and to her that equaled being homeless. .
The only strike against these guys were that they are black.
And she is as racist as the Grand Wizard.
This is a perfect example of a malignant narcissist having a fit about things that are of no consequence and using their objections about a non event as a toe hold to fuck up the rest of the day.
This was really the first letter I sent to her. After I went no contact.
I might have mixed up her address with those of her neighbors and sent them copies of this too.
It's all a blur to me now.
My mind is shot.
Ask her. She'll tell you.
She will tell you that my memory is tainted by all the times I huffed the Mary Jane.
So really I am hardly legally responsible for this post or any other post or letter no matter who they were unintentionally written by and no matter who they were accidentally sent to and who might have accidentally sent them even if in actuality they were in reality actually sent or written as opposed to me having the illusion of sending them whilst I was in a hallucinatory state.