Right then.
Everything has gone wrong in the last 18 months.
To the point where I'm now thoroughly self-involved.
There's fuck all in life that brings joy and motorcycles are one of those few things that make life worth living.
But as a result of my accident I've found out a couple of things.
I've been let down massively by two organisations that I've pimped ceaselessly on KB. One has the chance to redeem themselves. The other was given half a dozen chances over the course of this last week, and they basically made it obvious they weren't interested in my business in future at all, probably because of one person's lack of respect for me.
I'll be dropping a couple of nukes at the end of next week.
I'm sick of being fucked with, and it's about time I started dishing it out.
One lot will be going to court if they don't sort their shit out. The other won't be getting any of my hard, and I mean hard, earned cash ever again.
I've boiled and brooded over this for a week.
I'm coming for you. Buck your fucking ideas up.
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