Alright. I made it.

 Take the deal, get the hell out of dodge. In a few months time, or whatever, I'll be out of here. Bitter, wretched, rotten effort. It's a form of work. Could have kept working, but they dropped me. Dropped me coldly if they do something imbecilic. They were career-driven jobs. You work for your money. Stick with the podcast. I'll be able to explain this. I know Detroit like the back of my hand. It's a business model. The courts are stupid. Don't talk to the courts. The deal is, that profit is exponential, public service is flawed by consumption, & there isn't any competent marketplaces. Shit's still going on. It may take awhile, in the end. Personally, the crime rate has been nothing for the last decades. Seeing my own business, it's all judgment day. There's this fallen angel. He shows up & he proves "nothing works." It's the express contradiction of being at work. "Nothing works." "Don't care." "Not my problem." "It's not my fault." "I can't do that. 'So' it can't be done." I'm looking forward to getting the hell out of dodge. Take a moment. I have been thoroughly alienated at this point. Half the people that said they weren't "my fool" are dead by now.