In the end they lost, because with the help of the ninety-nine percent who were good to me, I made it. I’m back, I’m not going anywhere, and my hatred for that one percent runs deep— very, very deep. As a matter of fact, if it were legal I’d have them killed. Don’t worry, I’m not going back to the joint for one of those dirtbags, but if I were sure I could get away with it? Yeah, I’d make a phone call or two and rid the world of those scum-####s forever. However, that is not the case. I know for sure there’s no way to get away with it, so this is the last I’ll speak of it because I’m not going to do anything to get in trouble— I’ve had my fill of it.
This is all I will say here: what they did was serious and devious. The kind of things that trigger the level of anger that gives you the chills— and they did them to me at my very lowest point. They know who they are. They range from being very wealthy and successful, to flat-out broke drifters, and at least two of them have names that you, the general public, would recognize. It sounds so childish, but one of my biggest incentives for staying clean and in showbiz now is to prove them wrong and stick it in their smug, giggling asses. To that one percent who screwed me over, when you get a chance, do the world and me a favor and go #### yourselves.