Spike's Heart (spikes_heart) wrote,
Spike's Heart

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Totally Deflated...

First, thanks to everyone who offered their "steel balls" support. I actually called the lawyer at the accustomed time... and wouldn't you know it... not in. Didn't leave a message, but called back an hour later. For me, this is big... usually hit with delays, I cave. But no, not this time - gathered said steel balls once again, girded loins and dialed again! GOT HIM! Yes, I thought - and tried to press him about the letter he had promised me a month prior... and starting another lawsuit to sue the bastard for what he owes me... and creating havoc in the complex where he lives for illegally moving the puta in with him and not reporting her income for the past three years (a very BIG no-no with the governing board of the co-op).

So... where does this get me, you ask? You did ask, didn't you? I'll tell you where it got me... FUCKING NOWHERE! Damned lawyer put me off until tomorrow at 1:30. I'm pacing around the house, phone in hand, practically shrieking with frustration... and I can't talk with him until tomorrow. Can I sue the fucking lawyer for being an accomplice in driving me insane?

So - where do I go from here? Do I contact legal aid here in Vermont? Will they handle cross-state cases? Do I call legal-aid in New York? Do I hire an assassin to kill the fucker? And I don't know if I mean the lawyer or the not-yet-ex! Maybe a two-for-one deal. Really, I don't have a spare dime to my name, and the pennies are cracking off of it as we speak.

I'm losing it, folks... not even slowly anymore... just losing my handle on my sanity. I want to beat on something until it bleeds. I want to hurt something as much as I am hurting... I want... I need... **SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEKS**
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