Author: Jason MacKenzie

Now they are pretending that downtown wasn’t two diffeterent officies since March.

First they sent me the papers, during a two year mail strike…they are delivering cheques etc. tho so the rest is void.

If this was back in ’97 – ’99 I would have had to restart my internet presence.

Like living cheap, then I lost all my internet friends when cheques were late and had start over and make a new page.

Not today…

This girl I know told me to buy all these stupid pages to get all this web traffic and it worked.

A million hits in six months I got on that on one page.

Now I had to let some go because of this bank outage.

I mean in the unabridged version of this story I had to move all my friends from the closed page to the open one etc.

Stories on this blog would be about the events around that happening at my house.

I mean…

So instead of Death Metal / Deathcore on the page like all the other businesses I went with this…

Death Metal

Grindcore

Like on two seperate pages.

Anyway, http://www.grind-core.com is the biggest page on there.

So fuck them all anyway.

Plus, http://www.deathmetal.tv is the name of the service anyway.

I mean though, it was some good advice about holding extra pages…so when the bank fucked up I threw them in the garbage.

With all the 0’s and 1’s flipping back and forth on the account.

$1.10

$1.01

$1.10

$1.01

I can just fucking imagine…

Then after all that, I had to confirm my identity.

Then I had to get my tax returns and when I got there it was a different form and office then on the telephone line.

Now winter’s coming, and I need my new Ski Jacket and all the moneys fucked up at the bank.

For example,

If someone drowns in a wet puddle in your home on the floor it’s uninsured homicide, because of no home repairs causing the wet puddle.

That’s what everyone is talking about outside in the city, Halifax , during the Bank Outage.

Listen to this bombshell, I mean I’ll try and keep my Alexa down because the caseworkers might hear me and think I’m some fucker and cut my bills off.

Bombshell besides me is what I meant.

Right, so I’m way ahead out there because all the workers said they are still on Windows when I on bandwidth on 5G.

Fuck, I get sick of telling them I’m not on Windows.

Calling all night when I’m in bed naked, sorry wrong number I keep telling them.

I cancelled a bunch of my pages, fuck them….

I’m not paying that, then some worker calling here with the wrong number all the time.

Now there’s this big court incident here, and I had to fuck them off from my phone.

Like calling me and shit.

Now everythings fucked up here at the Bank.

The fucker who lost all the files downtown thinks some paper the legal aid threw out….calling me, not my files.

That the Bank Manager at the Bank Of Montreal is gonna quit on some paper, when he’s telling me all my deposit dates were wrong and had wrong names on them on and the wrong dates.

Now there’s some fucker blackout.

Now I gotta fix all my fucking files again downtown.

Updated, my whole point I forgot.

The court cases down there…

It was about wet gyp rock and celing water…just like said, in a different case the baby died and they had no insurance.

The fucking people there, said right to them at the lawyer they had no insurance if someone died in the apartment…the landlord and tenant.

Then she was asking for money from the laywer…right while confessing about having no home insurance from water damage in front of their whole office.

Puke my guts up, right in front of me when mine was recently painted and fixed etc.

THROW UP.

Same story continued from below…

Like up in New Glasgow, NS at the local Regional Housing people, in Halifax its Metro Housing.

There is only ten thousand people…

Out back of the duplex in the bushes with a wet dirt spot on it and no grass.

Then that’s behind their wifes back with a bunch of men.

Those men, behind their wives backs as well…

Then they jump in my face about cleaning and mauntaince contracts in Metro Halifax.

Like from back in New Glasgow years ago before SAP, Collapse my Death Metal band, and seven year University Degree.

Like at Calgary ’88 until Clerks and Mall Rats came out.

Back a local regional housing at the AG Ballie Elementary school, today they still live in that same bald dirt spot.

Then they jump out looking for cleaning contracts and shit here in Halifax today…like for Sears and them.

Then it’s the same people as my court case I won from Sobeys in the group so they are banned from my house.

Anyway, then I never told the fucker I was on the Calgary ’88 Elementary School Alpine Ski Team in the same grades as them while we were writing text books in the gifted class.

Makes me feel like Calfary ’88 was only ten minutes ago.

…today I was out getting my Chef Boyardee, Spagetthi Sauce, joint and my cup of coffee at Tim Hortons the day before cheque day that are all talking about.

I mean the scenario these men are performing, again for their drama queen boyfriend.

All grouping together behind there families backs watching people…

Like at the Bread Refill at the grocery store or grocery delivery.

Can you imagine behind their wifes back, going down to the Supermarket and trying to watch the girl there pick the order telling everyone who it is working there outside.

Then saying they are doing it wrong by servicing grocery delivery out of the parcel pickup.

Or following the bread cart auto refill truck around telling everyone who worked on it.

I mean, I used to run a Mall record store and know how the Mall and them stores all operate.