From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 16 Apr 2000 20:11:58 EDT
Part 4; Journalist's View
I've been watching this keen individual for sometime now. You can say I'm a sort of stalker, a form of a reporter, or just a general psychologist studying an abnormal patient.
This... what might you call it? Involuntary lab rat has been my subject for the past few months. I've followed in his wake, and discovered his several loop holes and strengths.
He is, or used to be (seemingly) polite, holding a high self-esteem, and bore dignity. Although as the times have progressed, he's been embittered and short-tempered. He seems to hallucinate and speak to himself at times. I understand he has had a nervous breakdown in the past, and am beginning to conclude another is erupting.
He's fierce, dangerous, and willing to burst at any given moment. Sort of like a volcanoe at its roots of the birth of lava.
Keeping an eye on the fellow,
Douglas Mikolas.
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From: dreystarke@aol.com (DreyStarke)
Date: 16 Apr 2000 20:20:22 EDT
Part 5; The Chat
"You don't look right Drey."
"I don't look right? You don't look to good yourself. You mom dress ya? and who buys your hats?"
"Drey, Drey... Calm down. You're becoming defensive, and I'm not attacking."
Don't listen to him Drey... He's a psychologist, they don't know anything.
"You're prying into my business, and I don't like it."
"You've become bitter. I don't remember you so aggressive, and hormonal."
Low blow there, Drey. This guys a professional idiot, not a psychologist.
"I've had enough of your crap. Either you leave, or I make you leave."
"Your choice, Drey. I don't make these decisions. Hopefully you'll be better the next time we meet." He stood slowly and moved far too calmly toward the door in Drey's eyes.
Drey scrambled out with a chair held it high above his head. His eyes burned a dangerous fire as he released and sent a man to his life's climax. He then let his spit dribble off his chin, and land atop the corpses face.
"I hate psychologists." Disgusted, he walked off.
Date: 16 Apr 2000 20:20:22 EDT
Part 5; The Chat
"You don't look right Drey."
"I don't look right? You don't look to good yourself. You mom dress ya? and who buys your hats?"
"Drey, Drey... Calm down. You're becoming defensive, and I'm not attacking."
Don't listen to him Drey... He's a psychologist, they don't know anything.
"You're prying into my business, and I don't like it."
"You've become bitter. I don't remember you so aggressive, and hormonal."
Low blow there, Drey. This guys a professional idiot, not a psychologist.
"I've had enough of your crap. Either you leave, or I make you leave."
"Your choice, Drey. I don't make these decisions. Hopefully you'll be better the next time we meet." He stood slowly and moved far too calmly toward the door in Drey's eyes.
Drey scrambled out with a chair held it high above his head. His eyes burned a dangerous fire as he released and sent a man to his life's climax. He then let his spit dribble off his chin, and land atop the corpses face.
"I hate psychologists." Disgusted, he walked off.