You must be borderline insane. I never admitted or denied anything, and whoever I am is none of your damn business. You obviously have an unhealthy queer-like facination for me or you wouldn't be hanging around me like a sick criminal pervert, trying to put me down. You ain't ever going to put me down, son, because you don't have the skills in your happy meal box. You are doing all you are capable of by cowardly hiding behind the chiclet keyboard of your first generation Radio Shack TRS-80, hurling insults at n'import qui.

There's absolutely nothing to learn from you. You are as sterile and inert as a cheap plastic spoon.

You have a serious jealousy and insecurity problem. Not only do you insult me, but you
go after my city and state too. That's extremely revealing of your acute psychological and mental imbalance.