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So I've got a sort of job now.

And an apartment lined up.

I'm a hair short of being out on my ass on own.

My path must stay true.

Within 6 months I will have my own Remington 870 shotgun, and a box of Doubt-Ought Buck and a box of Rifled Slugs. They will be loaded alternately, and I will fill any intruder with them, head to toe.

Within 12 months I will have a Ruger P-series or Stoeger Cougar Nine-Thousand Nine-millimeter semi-automatic pistol. I will apply for a concealed -carry license and wear my sidearm in a shoulder holster when it's applicable, under my jean/leather/suede/cotton jacket.

Within 26 months, I will have the financial independence saved up in my bank account to take a 2 week vacation to visit the east or west coast and see the friends that I met on DeviantArt in person.

I will finish my college education and rub it in the face of anyone who ever doubted me.

Someday I will finish 'CrossBolt' and publish it.

Much to the chagrin of every one of you motherfuckers who just wanted to see me fail, I will endure, succeed, and absolutely explode into the face of every cocksucking motherfucking piece of shit excuse for a human being who ever wanted to see me go down in flames.

I'm talking to you, Sara, Chelsea and Carolyn.