resurrected

https://www.cnn.com/2020/07/13/entertainment/kelly-preston-dead/index.html

I don't answer the phone, no matter who calls. I don't check messages either. Phones rank close to the top on the list of things I despise.

I have you in my phone under Guy Who Lays Tile While Drunk.

I have literally never heard the term America's Elbow Pit before. Haha.

It's cool. I don't think he knew who I was. I don't think l b would snap at me like that if he knew who I was. Or it could've just been a bad day.

Nah you wouldn't. The afterlife, if you are a good person, is supposed to be paradise. According to many religions. No one would give you shit.

Nope. Schools, theaters, malls, they creep me out. I'm more at ease in cemeteries than I am in the aforementioned places.

The not telling anybody is what I don't get. I mean, I can understand it at 4 years old, but like in movies, people see shit and don't say anything. Happens in the real world too. It was like a month after my wife saw something at a place we were living one time, and I was like, wtf didn't you tell me? Personally, I've never seen a ghost or heard a ghost. Heard some shit I couldn't explain, but I can't say it was a spirit. I was in the house one day, and it was late morning. Everyone was outside and I was in the bathroom. I heard running and it stopped at the bathroom door. I said out loud, "I'll be done in a second, son." Thinking my son had come in. I opened the door and no one was there and no one had come inside. Because I went outside asking. I spent the rest of the day outside. Haha. My great grandfather, who I never met, died in this same bathroom. Had a heart attack on the toilet. But apart from that incident, I haven't had anything weird happen here.

I'd say it's probably time to burn the sage. That dream sounds like it wasn't a dream to me. Had that not happened and the fact you opened that letter and it had a picture of him, I'd have question electromagnetic field levels being too high, or a nearby stream or limestone nearby. EMF's can cause hallucinations. Streams and limestone can be conduits for paranormal activity. You don't have to question it at this point though. But those things can intensify the levels of activity. It could start with doors opening, and work its way up to full-bodied apparitions. Poltergeist activity is too common as well. Moving things. Breaking things. Etc. When those fuckers start showing themselves and verbally communicating with you, it's past time to go.

Personally, I believe there is an afterlife. I believe that a lot religions worship the same God. Not all. But a lot. I know they all argue with each other about which one has it completely right. Christians wouldn't agree with Jews, and vice versa. If I had to pick which ones got it right, I'd go with the Jews, since they are the chosen people. If you believe the Bible. I do not like organized religion, which is why I haven't been to church in years. But that doesn't mean I don't believe. With all of that being said, my personal preference for my afterlife would be to just remain asleep. Dead. Whatever you want to call it. Probably because I'm so anti-social.

I'd look more into what kind of person he was. Whether he was a good dude or a piece of shit. Also, demons can impersonate people. In any event, I'd go ahead and burn some sage or get the house blessed, or burn that shit to the ground and move.

Finally finished Kingston, and Blackbeard's aggravating missions.

It's the Applewhite comet. They all made it.

It's cool, bro. I just got unbanned after a year. Movie codes and BBQ.

I wish I still had my old turntable.

I wish someone would get kicked in the nuts. I'm bored as hell.

Who is Detroit Red? I figured I'd ask you, since the last time I spoke to l b, he bit my head off.

Kingston is a bitch in Black Flag. Place is huge.

Whoa killa. Just messin with ya. Haven't spoken to you in a while, l b.

Oh I know he knows. But that was still funny as hell. He hasn't answered me. Probably wondering who the hell I am.

Shout out from high school. I have to go to a funeral. My pal Dee died. Deez nuts dropped dead in yo mouff. I'll see myself to the door.

Yikes. Wow. Uhoh. Runs.

Shots fired.

Don't pretend like you wouldn't like it. I gots the teeth for it.

Only with my boots. And since I'm a sneakers person, it will be no loss when I toss em in the fire afterwards.