Wes Uccello's Journal - "For daws to peck at."

[Wes Uccello]

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For daws to peck at. The sometimes whiny, sometimes witty musings of a guy you probably don't want to meet. Complaints department: [e-mail] Public comments are on, but I know that cheap designer handbags won't solve all my problems and am not interested in your pharmaceutical companies. Also, I know how to block you, seriously.

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[Wes Uccello]

[Day 3 Afternoon]

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"He felt a kind of warning that he should control his thoughts if he did not want them known; that the space they shared was no longer a contained one with walls and fixed walls and a roof, but was open, and in such a way that the normal rules of separation, of one thing being distinct to itself and closed against another, no longer applied."
-David Malouf

(Fair warning: I am about to whine. So if you leave any QQ comments, I will just laugh at you for wasting your time when you were perfectly aware of the post's contents.)

There was just a murder committed around here, (probably around where you are, too; if not, why the hell aren't you on LiveJournal or something?) so there've been cops, investigators and wanna-be detectives poking around all over the place. I don't want to sound like one of those crazy conspiracy theorist types, but I really don't like the way that the government is poking around in my business. I've done a pretty good job not bothering anyone, let alone murdering them, and what do I have to show for it? It's just made me more of a suspect, and they're bothering me more. What's the point?

I can't wait till they find the killer (although that is wishful thinking, since, in my experience, cops are pretty incompetent) so that I don't have to worry about being blamed for murder because I've left people alone. One investigator really dragged me through the mud today. Apparently he's been trying to blame me for like three different things. I'm not guilty of anything but living my life on my own. Screw you.