beware the wrath of /b/ 4chan/b/ versus @flyguyparsons


Screen shot taken from the twitter account of Aaron Jacob Parsons

Its been an interesting day in Cyberspace.  A perfect storm of sorts has come together and unleashed her fury on  krashthrills.wordpress.com in the form of thousands and thousands of views of an article I wrote regarding Aaron Jacob Fosters yesterday.  As of 7:01 p.m. tonight I have had 6,938 people from 11 countries visit my website and read what I wrote. There 3,583 clicks of links that I provided that contain more information/corroboration of the crimes that are proven alleged by what I have written, all of which originated on the /b/ forum on 4chan.org.  I want to take this opportunity to give props to the guys and girls who reside at /b/.  They might be a little warped but collectively they hold a great deal of power in their fingertips.  It was awesome to be a witness to this power as it unfolded.  Awesome as in I was awestruck and still am.  Certainly it is not a good idea to get on the bad side of a group that has this kind of power at its disposal.  Even worse to do it when they are bored and frothing at the bit for something to do.

It seems a bit of a foregone conclusion that the consequences are going to be severe and swift for the individuals responsible for the degrading beat down and robbery of the still unnamed victim in this case.  I feel absolutely no sympathy for the perpetrators.  I don’t give a shit what they have to say about it or what their excuse is or if they even remember what they were doing because of intoxication levels , temporary amnesia etc.  I really hope that prison is the end result for Aaron Jacob Parsons and everyone else involved, especially that annoying drunk bitch wearing her black panties parading around the street like she was some glamour queen.  Fuck her.  (man she STILL pisses me off)

The haters calling me racist can all suck it to be honest.  I am not even going to bother addressing that accusation.  It’s not true and my life and anything I’ve ever written in the past will attest to that FACT.  So, hate on haters.

I got a call from a reporter named Justin from the Baltimore Sun.  We talked for quite a few minutes about the origin of this situation, 4chan’s /b/ forum and more.  His view, stated to me anyhow, was that this is an instance of the internet being used for good and he was quick to show his admiration for the detective work done by the /b/ forum lurkers.  I agree wholeheartedly with this sentiment.  Choosing to fight against the “forces that /b/ is the ultimate example of the idiot who brings a knife to a gun fight”.

Have a good night everyone……Anthony Mandich

ImageADDENDUM: I replied to an email from the reporter I mentioned.  Here is what I had to say.  And I quote:

hey justin it was good talking to you.  i’m sending you this stuff before i even blog it so i must think you’re cool.  just don’t get me killed lol.

 
here is a quote from me if you want
 
“aaron jacob parsons is a wanted man”….post after post on /b/ repeated those words. it was late i was annoyed.  the arrogance shown by @flyguyparsons and @CASHton-Kutcher by posting the video of themselves proudly separating a man from his dignity really angered me.  they acted like it was so funny and so cool.
 
to beat down a guy like that, seemingly with impunity when: 
 
(A) he didn’t deserve it  and 
(B) couldn’t do anything about it but bleed and sit there bewildered, humiliated and alone and 
(C) further add to his pain by taking everything of value in his possession, stripping him naked, and letting some ugly drunk annoying bitch slap him open palmed across his face while he’s on his back  just didn’t sit well with me.
 
and the poor guy took it like a champ.  he didn’t defend himself (which was probably smart in this instance because this was a bear that you had to play dead against for sure.  so yeah he didn’t defend himself but he also didn’t bring further dishonor to himself by crying, pissing or moaning.  
 
two things resonated strongly with me.
 
1. the images of parsons mugging for the camera before the humiliation began and then creeping up and start digging through the guys pockets like it was a big joke.  i really hated that.
2.  that ugly chick wearing her panties with her big old ass all drunk grinding on the guy before it all started and then when he was down on his back she’s there standing behind his head and starts slapping in his face HARD and he can’t even see where these blows are coming from because she is standing behind his head.  that was particularly cowardly and thinking about it right now gets my blood boiling.  
 
you asked me what was different about this video as opposed to the many other millions of videos that are out there on the internet.  I am going to answer that with a post i did on some girls from a sorority at bowling green who were tragically killed in a car accident a few weeks ago.  my answer is obvious.
 

A Gambler Loses His Mind at Sportsbook.com


I ran across the copy of this chat on the internet about a year ago.  Its funny and sad and I can totally relate with Peter Senn, the gambler who has lost his mind and is just spewing toxins at the customer service lady Angie Crawford.  I feel sorry for her and sorry for him but its funny shit either way.

SPORTSBOOK.COM IS A TERRIBLE TERRIBLE CASINO

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Hello, my name is Angie Crawford. I’ll be assisting you today.
Angie Crawford: Hello Peter.
Angie Crawford: Hi, what can I do for you today?
Peter Senn: Listen here. I have requested you fucking bastards to close my fucking account twice now. Once on chat once on email. Your piece of shit cheating fucking casino CHEATING fucking casino is rigged. Don’t try and tell me its not. I am calling my attorney now. Since you won’t close my fucking account. and I keep requesting you to and keep putting my fucking money in here and losing thousands, lets see how you like it when your fucking piece of shit casino is dragged through the mud on every possible internet chat room web page etc that I can possibly get to
Peter Senn: There is no fucking way your fucking blackjack is not rigged I don’t give a shit what you say. And that’s that. Now you can reap what you sow you bloodsucking cheats
Peter Senn: The internet is such a powerful tool. Especially when you have a popular blog like I have. Thanks and fuck off
Angie Crawford: Thank you for waiting. I will be right with you.
Angie Crawford: Playing games in a virtual casino is very different from playing in a casino in Las Vegas, for example.  Perhaps it would be true to say that there is a little more luck involved and a little less skill.  Although the rules are basically the same, our cards are dealt from a six deck shoe which is shuffled after every hand.  This has to be so in order to prevent “card counting”.  So, if you can imagine that after every hand all the cards are back in the shoe again, it would be perfectly possible for you, or the dealer, to have a winning hand many times in a row.
Angie Crawford: Thanks for using our live chat and please contact us again if you have any more questions. If you’ve got a moment, please hit ‘close’ and fill out our survey. We’d really appreciate your feedback.
Peter Senn: You know what save that shit for the next dumb ass. You can’t tell me it’s not rigged when every single possible time the dealer has an ace showing he has blackjack except when you buy insurance. or every time you hit on a hard 12 13 14 15 16 and you bust the dealer shows that he had a 12 13 14 15 16 or every time the dealer shows a 5 or a 6 or a 9 whatever the case may be and you double down and you get your 4 or 5 or whatever shit card and the dealer flips over the next card and its a card that gives him 11 and then a face card comes. Bullshit.
Peter Senn: And you fucking better close my account now I’m telling you I will smear you guys so fucking bad you have no idea. I took screen shots of like 45 hands in a row. It won’t be pretty. I know every single possible gambling forum out there believe me. Trust me I will dedicate my fucking life to making you guys look like the horrible and irresponsible blood sucking cheaters and greedy pieces of shit that you are. So close my fucking account.
Angie Crawford: For security reasons we can’t initiate an account closure over this chat. Please email us your request, not forgetting to include your customer ID number (which appears on the gray betting ticket as you log into your account) and your reason for wishing to close your account. Your feedback will be invaluable in helping us improve our service. Once we have received your email we will process your request immediately. Thanks for your time.
Peter Senn: and your saccharine sweet ultra polite bullshit tone your taking with me is only pissing me off worse trust me. I ALREADY REQUESTED TWICE TO HAVE MY ACCOUNT CLOSED AND I HAVE THE EVIDENCE TO PROVE THAT AND YOU WILL HAVE THAT ALL OVER THE INTERNET TOO. DO YOU WANT TO BE SEEN AS YOU REALLY ARE? I DON’T THINK SO. AND FUCK YOUR SECURITY MEASURES CLOSE MY ACCOUNT I DON’T GIVE A RATS FUCKING ASS. TRUST ME.
Angie Crawford: Can I have the LTK number of the e-mail address where you requested the closure.
Peter Senn: WHAT IN GODS NAME IS A LTK NUMBER
Angie Crawford: It is a reference number that you get every time you send an e-mail.
Peter Senn: my attorney will be drafting a demand letter for my money back that I put in after I requested my account to be closed. Of course you won’t comply because you’re a blood sucking cheating scandalous greedy irresponsible off shore corporation but still he will draft it and send it and that will be accompanying my explanation with every single smear I do against your fucked up company on the internet. Trust me when I say that you will see the first post in about an hour. and I will send you a copy no problem
Peter Senn: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…………
Peter Senn: how’s this going to look for sportsbook.com that beacon of customer service and greatness…
Peter Senn: hank you for contacting us! We have received your inquiry and are assigning it to a representative. You can expect a reply to your email in 12 – 24 hours. To help track your inquiry we have generated a reference number. Your ticket code is LTK61105840529X. Please use this code in any further communication regarding this issue. Please do not create a new email if you wish to follow up on this issue. Simply reply to this auto acknowledgment, and we will respond to your queries as soon as we can, in turn Regards, Customer Experience Team — Should you require a speedier resolve, please click on the link below to chat live with one of our representatives:
Angie Crawford: One moment please.
Peter Senn: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMm! snappppppped. oh really a customer requested to have his account closed because he realized he had a problem with gambling and did not want to spend any more of his hard earned rent money on gambling so he requested to close his account. And what does the blood sucking corporation do about it? Oh nothing. They just let him continue to deposit another few thousand dollars until he is in bankruptcy. Wow that’s going to look so good on the evening news.
Your reference ID for this chat is LTK61105840529X. If you need to contact us again in relation to this matter once we have finished chatting, please quote this ID.
Angie Crawford: I am sending your account closure request as we speak. It will be done shortly.
Peter Senn: and don’t try and tell me that an email request to close my account is not good enough to get it closed. Fuck that. It should have been good enough and you did NOT COMPLY and therefore you’re going to be in a rather negative light. As negative as I can paint it trust me. So please, continue with your silly explanation on why I can’t close my account after the third request.
Angie Crawford: Your account is now closed.
Peter Senn: little good that does me now that all my money is gone Angie Crawford. It’s pretty strange that it took a complete and utter blowup of rage to get some action taken. Wow. You guys are really decent
Angie Crawford: I am sorry that you feel this way.
Angie Crawford: Is there anything else I can assist you with?
Peter Senn: I would like a copy of this chat sent to my email and I would like a copy of this chat sent to your customer relations department and your manager. Thanks.
Angie Crawford: When you conclude the chat you will get the option to have it sent to your e-mail account.
Peter Senn: I would also like a written explanation of why my account was not actually closed when I sent the email whose LTK number I so graciously and quickly just provided to you. From a manager please. Thanks and have just a wonderfully outstanding day
Angie Crawford: Once again, I apologize for the delay. I will be with you in a moment.
Angie Crawford: We replied to your e-mail asking the reason as a feedback for our service.
Angie Crawford: Thanks for using our live chat and please contact us again if you have any more questions. If you’ve got a moment, please hit ‘close’ and fill out our survey. We’d really appreciate your feedback.
Peter Senn: you don’t need feedback. A request was made. Via email. As per your rules and regulations. You did not comply with this request and in fact, continued to accept deposits on the account after the request was made. How can you justify that? I’d really like to hear the answer to that. And believe me I am going to get the answer to that. Either the easy way or the hard way. I can only imagine how much money your bullshit casino sucks from poor idiots like me with gambling addiction problems.
Angie Crawford: If you continue depositing and you do not reply the e-mail to continue with the closure then we understand you changed your mind.
Angie Crawford: The account is closed now. Is there anything else I can assist you with?
Peter Senn: oh yeah I have one more little tidbit of joy for you. It’s a small matter but still I think it will hurt you guys a little bit. I am going to contact Green Dot Corporation/GE Bank/Wal-Mart Prepaid Visa and let them know that all of the charges they let slip through from your payment processor are in fact for internet gambling and that they need to be aware that all of those different charges that you guys change the line item description for every time are really for gambling. That should definitely put a damper on your deposits.
Peter Senn: and to reply to what you just said. Bullshit. And I want to hear that from a manager like I requested. Because that answer is NOT GOOD ENOUGH. YOUR RULES SAY TO SEND AN EMAIL. I SENT ONE. END OF STORY. YOU DID NOT COMPY END OF STORY. YOU SHOULD HAVE NOT TAKEN ANY MORE DEPOSITS
Angie Crawford: We respect your decision.
Peter Senn: AND YES YOU CAN ASSIST ME WITH SOME THING THAT SOMETHING IS REFUNDING EVERY DOLLAR THAT WENT INTO YOUR FLEABAG CASINO SINCE I REQUESTED MY ACCOUNT TO BE CLOSED.
Peter Senn: BELIEVE ME THE PUBLIC RELATIONS NIGHTMARE IS GOING TO COST YOU MUCH MORE THEN THAT
Angie Crawford: Peter, why did you submit more deposits if you insisted in closing the account?
Peter Senn: BECAUSE I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH GAMBLING OBVIOUSLY.
Peter Senn: WHY DO YOU THINK?
Peter Senn: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DOES IT TAKE A ROCKET SCIENTIST TO FIGURE THAT SHIT OUT
Angie Crawford: That is a different story now.
Peter Senn: I AM NOT ANGRY FOR NO REASON TRUST ME
Peter Senn: I DON’T PLACE BLAME WHERE IT’S NOT DESERVED. ITS ONE THING FOR ME TO DEPOSIT LOSE DEPOSIT LOSE AND THEN IF I GET MAD OH WELL. ITS ANOTHER THING ALTOGETHER IF I REALIZE I HAVE A PROBLEM AND I ASK YOUR COMPANY TO RESPECT THAT I HAVE A PROBLEM AND CLOSE MY ACCOUNT AND YOU DONT’ DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT UNTIL I LOSE MY FUCKING ASS. DID YOU REALLY NEED THAT EXTRA 800 BUCKS TODAY? I DON’T THINK SO. ITS WRONG. PLAIN AND SIMPLE AND I’M VERY PISSED OFF ABOUT IT
Angie Crawford: If you state you have a gambling problem, as stated in the site, then close the account immediately.
Peter Senn: just please forward this entire chat to management so you guys can fix your evil ways. Thanks
Peter Senn: and believe me Angie Crawford I know you are not personally responsible for any of this and I am actually very sorry that you have had to bear the brunt of my lashing out. But you know what? It’s what you get paid for I suppose. Just know that I am no idiot. Nor am I stupid enough to truly in my heart blame a person such as you for something he or she personally has no control over, interest in, or responsibility for. It’s a shame that you have had to read and endure my outburst. I apologize for that.
Angie Crawford: Peter, I am here to assist you and I understand you are upset; I made sure your account is closed now and it will not be reopened.
Peter Senn: at the same time your casino is shit. And you should know that. It’s not even enjoyable. if your going to take someone’s money do it with a little tact and subtleness not just blatantly making someone lose every single bet they make once they raise up their betting amounts and then feed them some bullshit story about how its possible to either win or lose several hands in a row. Really several hands or several hundred hands and how come those are all losses and never wins. I have never once cashed out money on this casino but I have put in thousand.
Peter Senn: upon thousands upon thousands. According to you at least one of those streaks should have been for me however in the end they were always against me. That’s not fair. Or right. I’ll stop now. Bye
Angie Crawford: You would not believe the amount of customers who make incredible profits from playing in the casino.
Angie Crawford: I really think it is a matter of luck.
Peter Senn: you’re right I don’t believe it. Thanks though. Bye
Angie Crawford: Have a good day Peter.
Peter Senn: u2
Angie Crawford: Thank you sir. I appreciate it.
Peter Senn: k.
Angie Crawford: Thanks for chatting and I hope I’ve answered all your questions. I’m going to close this chat connection shortly so please contact us again if you need more help.
Angie Crawford: Thanks for chatting and I hope I’ve answered all your questions. I’m going to close this chat connection shortly so please contact us again if you need more help.
This chat session has been ended by the chat operator. If you have a moment, please fill out our feedback survey so that we may improve our service (please close this chat window to begin).

I Gave All My Money To A Nigerian Email Scam


**PLEASE NOTE:  EVERYTHING BEFORE THE PICTURE IS THE LETTER I RECEIVED IN AN EMAIL, YOU’VE SEEN A HUNDRED VARIATIONS OF IT I’M SURE.  EVERYTHING AFTER THE PICTURE IS MY RESPONSE**

 

ÅΠζμΩηŸ

 

Good Day,

I am DR.HASSAN DAVID, A Staff of BOA Bank in Burkina Faso West Africa. If it may interest you, I have a Business transaction, and I want you to please indicate your interest to receive the transfer of US$11.6 Million Dollars).

Compliments of the day with your entire family, It’s just my urgent need for foreign partner that made me to contact you for this transaction for assistance. I am a banker by profession in west Africa and currently holding the post of Director Auditing and Accounting unit of the bank.

I have the opportunity of transferring the left over funds ($11.6 million) of one of our bank clients who died in crash since seven years ago and none of his family member or relation has come for the claim, and now the bank is planning how to confiscate the fund since no one has come for the claim. Please I need your honest and humanity to execute this transaction under your kind control for the benefit of our both families.

Hence, I am inviting you for the deal I will offer you 40% of the amount mentioned above and if you are sure you are capable to handle this transaction and you are ready to assist me to execute this business, further details of the transfer will be forwarded to you as soon as i receive your return mail,have a great day..

PERCENTAGE RATIO: Note that 40% being ( $4,000,000.00 ) will be your share in respect of your assistance and account provide for the transfer, 50% ( $5,000,000.00 ) will be my share being the pioneer of the business while the rest 10% ( $1,000,000.00 ) will be used for expenses and to install a joint company in your country which will bear our names in particular and whatever profit made out from this company will be used in helping the less privileges, motherless babies home and charity organization in the world.

If you are willing to do the transaction with me, get back to me with the following below:

1. PERSONAL MOBILE NO…………….
2. YOUR OCCUPATION……………….
3. YOUR PRIVATE EMAIL ADDRESS……..
4. YOUR AGE……………………..
5. YOUR FULL NAMES……………….

Contact me for more details if you are interested, so we can proceed. We have only a week to execute the transfer as soon as you reply and show your interest.  For more clarification reply me back and please note that the claims is 100% risk free..

Thanks for your co-operation,

DR.HASSAN DAVID.
00226 75 37 24 35.

This shirt is lying cuz Anthony Mandich ain't that stupid.

Greetings and mutterings to you Dr. Hassan David,

Compliments of the day to you fellow foreign partner from West Africa.  Be it known that beaming with pleasure describes my flatulence upon receiving your hearty letter with 100% risk free promise of losing the equivalent of one golden calf for the dire emergency that benefits the family of your martial relations of the canine variety.  Happenstance and circumstance have collided my nebulous, chubby and curiously handsome pal! Of course you are  stupider then the soil encrusted in your mother’s teeth.

Assistance of what you require is fortunately the most urgent scandal of the day, blessings to your bountiful God, the God of fecal holiness.  As we don’t matter of factly share the same divine spirit of extreme wind which bellows from the backside, it is contagious to think that we may perhaps be strange bovine bedfellows come what may, may i come upon your smiling Nigerian face with the horses penis which is shared between your dessicated ancestors and spread through the current population of the bank in which you claim to work with such fierce falsehoods that one can only conclude the i.q. level of such a pragmatic prognosticator such as your esteemed self, sweaty and cognizant of offal that you are, is incredibly low.  Perhaps we may meet to break bread and wind and continue the farcical fairytale only your finest idiot savant would ever take seriously in fact.

If you share in the extreme ridicule that is being sent your way via my scantily covered American posterior which will be delivered via first class sewage from my family to your den of jackals please accept this token of my undying gratitude for not being as idiotic as you.

I congratulate you with your  extremely dastardly yet incredibly asisine plot to defraud the sinister yet frugal bank in which you claim to have provenance.  Such is a baffling claim!  A shame!  One that we cannot name! As your countenance is too great a burden in its joyful rapture of incredibly donkeyesque serenity it fills me with the emotion of contempt to consider you still alive if you happen to be in such a state by Wednesday of next week.

As they say in the land beside the West Nile, “Anything that benefits a humble creature who chews the dung of the vultures who chew the dung of the jackal should always be eradicated so that pest has neither the means or the ways, to graduate to “pestilence.””

That being said it appears that either you have contracted testicular cancer  or else you have a pair of the biggest balls I’ve ever seen especially in conjunction with the earthworm otherwise known as your penis or in laymans terms the Dirctor of Auditing and Annointing of Male Scrotums for tongue dirty pleasure. Thank you so muchly efficiently the opposite of this in terms of gratitude for weak kneed child like incandescence.  It is my hope that this reply to your generous offer of nothing tangible cloaked with the stupidest letter ever written finds you happy as the worms which inhabit a donkeys anus and your mothers eyes when they learn that enough shit exists for them to eat another day in such a happily parasitic way.

May God Bless you with a broken neck and may the future of your beautiful family be erased from the tree of man as a pleasurable (for everyone but you of course) down payment on the immense karmic bill you accumulated in your slack jawed rat like existence!

I’m hoping we can continue this wise exchange of networking virus laden jibber jabber at a time and place that  I’m miraculously doing my best to never have to honor.  If this is of interest to you in your quest to be a bottom feeding catfish scum, I applaud you and wish only to expedite your journey to the inner reaches of the earth, my majestic fiend, to that fabled land of legend, I refer positively to the dung laden room reserved for you and your ball gazing family in a little plantation known as hell.

Thanks Again!

A friend and Companion (never for you)

All Sorts a Shit Going On….Hell Yeah Life’s RAd


I love talking to my mature (pretty much) emo kid 13 year old daughter Ciara Alabama Mandich.  I’m so proud of her and I’m so happy that she’s my kid.  She’s so fucking rad.  I can talk to her like I talk.  Period.  And she gets me and understands me and stuff.  She’s just the shit man.  She’s so smart and so funny and such a smart ass and yet such and emotional sensitive little emo kid.  Her and all her friends are the Emo children of the Corn.  Yeah, so I like my kid anyways.  We got in a fight a while ago cuz she was getting too big for her britches and trying to talk shit on Facebook like my friends and I do to each other.  Being disrespectful and just bad which is all good except it points out my flaws as a parent which are bloody numerous and for the world to see which I didn’t like too much.  Anyways long story short, a bit of drama ensued which was kinda exhilarating and emotional and kinda fun really.  I had to roar like the mother fuckin’ king of the jungle we all know i am.  Had to go as far as to defriend my only kid on Facebook.  What an inglorious bastard as my old next door neighbor Pete Rause in Wainui Beach, New Zealand used to say.  He  was like 74 and loved Gin with Lemon and Water.  Loved it.  We lived right on the sand man it was bad ass.  So fucking bad ass. I’m talking a full house too.  3 bedrooms, kitchen living room two baths a huge front yard, a backyard that ended at the ocean.  It was unreal.  Anyways Peter at first thought I was just a crazy bastard but he grew to love me quickly.  I would go over to his house most nights after work and we would have several Gin and Tonics.  Well he would have Gin and lemon and water and I would have the Gin and Tonics.

Gavin Smith and Anthony Mandich at the 2010 LA Poker Classic

He loved me though and his face would light up with a smile all the time, he had a really nice smile like a little kids in a sense, and when he would catch me grabbing his smokes he would say what are you doing ya bastard?  Like bassssssssssstard.  It was hot.  Usually a couple nights a week some of his golf buddies, these conservative, older New Zealand men would come over for drinks and they just never knew quite what to make of me.  Here I am, this movie  star hot, tattooed, young American rascal who lived next door to Peter Rause, Gisborne New Zealand’s only professional golfer and certainly the Alpha Male of his group of pals.  I had a beauty queen girlfriend, Ariana Parker and I worked as the hotshot cocktail barman at The Tsunami Bar right down the road as you enter Wainui Beach from Gisborne proper.  More likely then not I would have been bombing down  our long sketchy lose sandy dirty driveway (like 200 yards downhill) in the dark with my shirt off and then coming up every time after narrowly avoiding death in the pitch black and saunter back into Pete’s house, tattooed and shirtless, sweating but looking fabulous and pick up my drink I had left sitting wherever, walk right up to where Peter would be holding court in the living room with the cricket or rugby blaring louder then hell, grab his pack of smokes while he tried to slap my hand and calls me a bastard laughing though with his sycophantic friends watching in awe at the exchanges of admonishments from Pete and laughs from me.  They would be incredulous that Peter had let a ruffian such as myself into his home let alone his bottle of South gin and his pack of Stuyvesant Lights.  It was an odd pairing to be sure but it was a good pairing too me and Pete.  As soon as I walked away to the kitchen to make Peter his next drink (he loved the way I made his simple drinks), I would hear the whispered questions and the loud response, which was always the story of how Pete and I met when in the first couple of nights after moving in, me and some mates had just discovered the driveway skate and we took full advantage, seeing that it was January and the height of New Zealand summer.  We would be clanking around at all hours and Pete said at first he just wondered who this BASSSSSTARD was and then he came into the Tsunami Bar where I worked about a week after I moved in and I recognized him and proceeded to pour him Stella after Stella after Stella after Stella for free and thats where Pete started loving Anthony.

Anyways sorry for the quick sideline explanation lol.  Where was I?  Oh yeah so I had to defriend Ciara cuz she was bad and stuff and in order to regain my friendship and remain a part of my cyber world I asked her to do something I didn’t think for a second she would do.  I asked her to write me an essay on Delara Darabi and Lin Zhao, and to tell me why they were her heros.

I was shocked about two hours later, on a Saturday no less, when my hot little bad ass little daughter emailed me two sweet essays, clearly written in her own words, perfectly cohesive and excellently and clearly written.  Basically she delivered exactly what I asked for, which was her way of saying sorry and I was only to happy to accept.  I love that kid.  We have a different relationship but I love that kid.

Sincerely the baddest man you will ever know.  Anthony Mandich