It's always tempting, and oddly comforting, to know that it's a phone call away.

They'll send over some power tripping skinhead who barely passed high-school to deal with me. I'll probably be able to talk enough shit to get him invested and then run; earning myself a few rounds in the back. But I'm sure if he doesn't take that bait, I'll just have to walk towards him while brandishing a machete or something. 

Then whatever dumb note I decided to write might even get some attention afterwards. Maybe I'll be the spark that blows the powder keg, and it will change life for the better for all of you

Or maybe they'll write it off and say I was a homeless, mentally ill youth who needed help. Just a plus one to the statistics.

I'm just so fucking tired.