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Those who know me know that my drug is FOOD.  Fuck cocaine. Fuck heroin. Fuck Chateau Lafite Rothschild. Fuck nicotine.  I need fucking food.  After food, comes pussy. But first and foremost, foods satisfies that savage, primeaval urge that haunts me.

The fucking food in the insane asylum is fit for the scumbags at Guantanamo.  The VA hospital is a federal hospital - I guess after those fucking scumbag terrorists shit out their food it gets transported up here for re-use. 

I need a fucking hot fatty pastrami from Katz’s!!! My suave lawyer from Staten Island, Charles Destefano, was smart enough to smuggle one up to me in the other hospital.  This fucking place is like Leavenworth! If you pass a breath mint you are in the clinker! contraband!!!

For those of you fucking jerkoffs who can’t believe that I am writing a blog from a psycho ward, I will reveal to you how it is done.  I write my ideas on fucking toilet paper, like Albert Speer the Nazi architect in Spandau Prison.  Charles, my fucking brilliant guinea dego wop (half irish) lawyer takes them out of right under the nose of the burly guards.  He then transcribes, verbatim, my words onto this blog.  Unedited. word for fucking word. (including typos, etc. )

Did any of you scumbags read my last blog?  Did anyone find Linnea?  I need to eat her pussy in order to make a speedy recovery.  It’s part of my regimen to become stable, better than fucking thorazine1 Help me with that, will you?

Also, I need a fucking job.  I had applied for a job at Pizza Hut, Walgreens, B & N (they wouldn’t hire me because I beat the rap against them for shoplifting ) Do any of you have a Peep Show where I can mop the sticky cum off the floors? I will work for less than minimum wage plus a handjob. 

I will be out of here soon (so they say).  I am in the process of finding an apartment.  The last thing I will ask you is if you know of any decent apartments, preferably near stores and old Jew bitches pushing shopping carts (I would eat an 80 year old Jew cunt at this point!), please let my lawyer know.

OK, it’s medication time.  They are playing that same fucking 45 record on the turntable just like in Cuckoo’s Nest!

Until nest time…FUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

Al Goldstein