Effing Voicemail Is Gonna Eff You Up!

You know, writing to you tens of thousands has forced me to deal with the nature of procrastination that is truly deep down in the (human) species. Shit, you didn't think I was going to take "personal" responsibility for this Storage D chastisement taking multiple months, did you?

Check it; after one convo w/ a Ms. Nancy, I've been unable to catch her on the telly again. She was supposed to have told the Brook Ave. service crew to mail me a new account statement with detail, showing all activity on my jive account. Still waiting at my mailbox. Starting to feel warm again. No, I'm gettin' hot and tight. Fuck the bullshit, I have now officially gone ballistic. Again.

So, anybody with a Bronx Storage Deluxe issue, call (646) 706-2384 and ask for Nancy C. She would want to be grateful that I'm delaying blowing this thang sky-high like I should, but I'm really bending over backwards with the slowdown and chillout. I got a feeling that they will continue to dig themselves a deeper hole through which I intend to siphon cash from the corp.

If you been jacked by Storage D, let me know and join in the action!