Jimbo and the Ruptured Assholes plus Squabto, Wheels and Whitey thought it would be a good idea to drug me with fentanyl, a dose that should have killed 7 people, according to the World Infamous Pharmacist that apparently can't count or didn't count on me being the True Prince of Darkness and being and surviving a massive amount of a deadly compound that was designed as an elephant and large mammal tranquilizer. Anyway, they got one of my phones and my wallet but I still have one. They all got a bounty in their fucking heads that I will collect. They will go to prison for attempted murder if I don't get to them first. The other option is suicide.... At this point, definitely the easier and gentler solution to the problem because I will find you and what I do will be unfathomable.