You know what really gets me worked up, someone calling me a liar. I am a big guy if you haven’t noticed, I lift day in and day out it because I have little animal syndrome. Now why would I want to belittle myself and degrade myself by telling lies about how my family was killed? That hurts to think that people just can come right out and just assume it is ok to call me out like that.  I just needed to get that off my chest first, but I feel the police aren’t even helping me search for Jerry. Jerry was famous he was as big on TV as the weights I lift.  Now I am suppose to organize search parties, how can you expect a mouse like me to find someone I am not half blood hound for Christ sake, the only thing I can find is the bathroom, the weight room, and some cheese?  I need help I would love people to be on my side but it seems like everyone is just pointing fingers.  I am tired and upset and yet people are telling me it is going to be ok. Yeah, yeah it will be ok how about I go Kung-Fu on your ass, huh, it will be ok it will only hurt a bit.  I am stressing here and all people keep doing is the breath, hell I am breathing otherwise I’d be blue; all I want is my cousin. A simple request in my eyes, I don’t want sympathy, I just want Jerry to be home and happy.  I am about to freak and bring in an AK and just go Taliban on the freakin’ court room because they aren’t doing anything.  I think Helen Keller might have been able to do more than the Judge.  You know what else I think the detective could use an attitude adjustment I think I could quickly change his view if I pulled his head out of his ass. I know violence isn’t the answer, but it is a way to make me feel better.