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You're not even fun to mock, because you just say random stupid crap that makes no sense, and doesn't follow from anything that's ever been said. Again, it's either drugs, or mental illness.
Entitled? WTF? That's not my story, at all.
You're even trying to steal another man's shtick, as you're the original micropeen, micropeen ... all because you weren't man enough to handle an anesthesiologist's daughter, so you ran away.
So, now your story is you're a ranting, raving lunatic who never knows what's going on and just makes up sh.it because you had to struggle repeatedly just to get to the point where you're responsible for extracting data from invoices?
You need therapy. Digging ditches and burying the bodies of your victims in your wasteland isn't the correct outlet.