I was the victim of a HORRIBLE prank Saturday night. My brothers asshole friend decided to pull up a fake porn site invented by 4chan. Before I could stop him, he searched “Lolita” which I knew was a tern bound to pull up illegal content. Sure enough, a warning came up saying my IP was logged and that the FBI would be notified. Not knowing what to do, I panicked, went into IRC chat to explain the situation (hoping that a government agent would be watching the conversation) and spent all Sunday waiting nervously for the police to raid my house. Nothing happened, and I later found out that this was not a real website. I was and am furious; I almost had a complete breakdown to the point that among the many, many options I was considering was voluntarily committing myself to a psychiatric hospital to preempt the police, who were obviously NOT looking for me.
I recently got an AX-22 brother electric typewriter; about two weeks ago, I got new ribbon for it. Than the Daisy Wheel fell apart as I typed with it….so after weeks of looking, I discovered that a local office supply store in West Palm Beach that has been in business since 1922 carries them. So I got $40 from the bank, and was dropped off at the train station. The train was 45 minutes late, and once I got on board, it took another 30 minutes because they were changing crews. Finally, the short train ride to WPB gets underway. I walked about two miles into downtown WPB in the 91 degree heat, still paranoid about the previous days prank, and got to the store….and it was closed-apparently it randomly moved to Lake Worth without mentioning ANYTHING on its website. So I ate at Jimmy Johns, and walked to the train station, noticing that this homeless man who I first saw at the Boynton Station started appearing everywhere I went. I assumed I was being followed and zig-zagged my way across town to shake him. I eventually did. I got on the train, got back home to Boynton, and walked another two miles to my house.
Safe to say that this has been the worst part of the worst summer of my life, and that I cannot wait for 2013 to end. 2013 began to suck in November 2012.
I'm really so sorry (I honestly haven't laughed). Your brother has really bad friends...
