THE CAVEATS OF REVENGE

(Martha, this note is tragic! 

I have never told you these words and thoughts about me. 

I have tried to protect you from forces that will never stop torturing me. 

And now, tonight, I will end this which you know not of. 

Tell the children I love them. 

I love you. 

Sometimes the horrors of life must be destroyed or they will haunt you forever. 

My forever ends tonight. 

You will never see me again because what I am about to do are the acts of a man who has been Driven to being a madman. 

Keep this note to yourself,

Or share it with the world...

To tell the world about me... 

The man you knew before tonight...

And the man you will know of after this night

This other piece of paper has all the numbers for two secret bank accounts.

They have always been yours...

I always knew this day would come and you would need money!

It is all honest money...

The bank can verify that for you.

Goodbye.

Don’t look for me in heaven because I might end up in hell!

Mario 

(Season 4, Episode 25)

THE CAVEATS OF REVENGE

(Loudoun County, VA)

I have grown into a revenge monster over the years of what feels like, to me, to be a very long and a very stepped upon life. I have learned, by way of a lot of sleazy people sliding in and out of my life, that instead of continuing to take shit from these people who have never had any real interest in developing my self-interests in mind... and holding it inside of me until it degrades my own soul... that I should take life’s shit that is thrown at me... and make it into a weapon of their own destruction.

I have been forced, by way of continually having to defend myself from the people in my life who target me, to become a strongman bully killer... inside my own mind. I have learned how to process their sleezy actions, like pressing them through an alchemy machine, and convert them into my personal revenge energy. I then, in my mind, violently give it back with extreme prejudice. It is well placed energy that goes their way... right between their eyes.

I have actually, secretly, become quite the marksman! That part of my revenge fantasy, I made a reality.

Hot lead projectiles through paper proxy-human targets is the best revenge of all! That is the way it should have always been... in real life!

They, who have tortured me for decades, all need to remember this bit of info about me that they do not suspect... I am just enacting my revenge... for, they started this BULLSHIT when they took it upon themselves to become a link in the problem when we were children! What they did when they decided to enter the bully fray was make themselves a target of the caveats of revenge. It is about time somebody taught them that victims can turn the tables, too.

Who are they? Oh, how about the bullies from elementary school... the ones who continued to terrorize the population of me right through middle school right into the high school years.

The extra torturers who have faded into the darkness of life, and are no longer creating their torturous chaos, are mostly forgotten to me... mostly. But there are some of them... they have continued their actions... and we are all twenty years removed from high school immaturity... and they continue to prank and torture people... like me!

The continual insults about my size... the many times of bleaching my clothing while it is still on my body... the many flattening of my tires on my cars... pouring sugar into my gas tank two times... setting my mail box on fire... terrorizing my kids on that field trip... prank calling my wife into thinking someone had killed me... and more and more shit... until they finally crossed the line when they started the fire out in the back of my house that destroyed by tool shed with my kid’s old toys and their boxed-up books and my wife’s wedding dress and all of the  photographs of my life! These crimes are just the tip of the terror inflicted upon me over the years.

And since the local police, including the Sheriff himself, have refused to help me, beyond the lame promises of investigation, I have decided that the time for the tide to turn toward them is tonight.

I have practically dreamed that this night would come to me... for a lifetime! And tonight, changes are coming!

It is now midnight and everybody else is asleep in my household. I am standing here before my work table and I have oiled and cleaned all of the tools for the bloodshed of tonight. Let me see... this hunting knife is for Sherry, this baseball bat is for Paul, the Glock is for the ring leader of the bullies, Martin... our esteemed Sheriff , the sword is for the Anderson twins, the chloroform is for...

Oh, I can taste the upcoming horrors on the back of my tongue like chips of iron in my mouth. Wait a minute... that is the iron from the blood inside my mouth that I am tasting! I have just bitten into my tongue with excitement.

It is time to enact the caveats of revenge!

MAR