This will be a summary… For the past twelve months, I have chronicled my exploits after
having attempted to rob Santa Claus for the world’s presents.What is left out to those who have not been
watching since Christmas time 2016 is why.
Well here I am to explain it. 1 – Rudolph is a dope fiend
[link] 2 – Santa is Rudolph’s Dealer
[link] 3 – BECAUSE Santa is Rudolph’s dealer, he should be robbed
[link] 4 – Shit is now going south, but I am turning it into money right?
[link] 5 – My greed is getting complicated, but shit is still moving
[link] 6 – Too. Damn. Good. To. Be. True
[link] 7 – I’ve been robbed!
[link] 8 – Fuck robbed, I been kidnapped!
[link] 9 – I want OUT of this situation now…
[link] 10 – … but DAMN this money is good!
[link] 11 – I’m forever to be a victim of my own desires,
[link] 12 – The liberal media only exists sometimes to complicate
[link] 13 – I’m getting out this shit, I have a plan!
[link] 14 – Resolution…Santa wins
I have written THOUSANDS of pages of
shit through …
Angel on my left
shoulder, telling me “Phlip, don’t get on that plane.”
Devil on my right shoulder, telling
me “Phlip, get that money and get the fuck out.”
Internal tug-of-war, provide for my family in a manner that
I had to learn to contribute to as a child, in a manner that I might have never
imagined so easily attainable or stay here in the United States and drive this
bag around and watch these companies shovel out all of the magical coal they
might so need. Pick your poison,
Phillip. Slow burn and hard work or hit
this international lick and be straight one at a time.
Why am I even
second-guessing myself? I KNEW I shouldn’t
be on this fucking plane. As
opportunistic as I have been about trapping this cash over the past six months –
I am at a million and a half now with my under-the-table museum contracts – I am
still quite liberal as far as environmental issues go. At least those in my own back yard, I feel
something when I see my family and friends of my fa…
So last month, I made about $113k
on ill-but-legally-gotten coal, right? I’m
on. We on, right?
I SHOULD have put half of it in the bank or in some investment vehicle and made
a ginormous principle payment on my house and paid off all my credit with the other
half. That makes sense, right?
And just so we’re
all on the same page here, robbing Santa Claus is a BAD thing, children. Never mind that what was SUPPOSED to be a
punishment for it has turned into a windfall for me and mine. As Santa is a scumbag dopeman anyway, we can’t
FULLY consider that he might have thought of the outcomes when it came all the
damn way down to it anyway. I can’t
care, really, because damned if I didn’t get paid.
Not only am I
sitting on big bank, but I rolled out of the museum with the blessings of the
manager of the place and--…
WAIT!!! I need to explain something.
Doctors tend to hang around other doctors, lawyers hang around other lawyers,
professors do the same. You get it
So I …