I about to tell quite a few people to take a flying f!ck off Atlantic City's Steel Pier. Why? Because I'm tired of being a white n!gger to these people. This one guy just called me 5 minutes ago and demanded I find him another place to live by next week, as well as raise hell with me for not finding him the part he needs to fix a snowblower for one of his client, even after the manufacturer tells me the particular model he's trying to fix used 3 different motors during its production run. If I try to explain to him why I need the addition, he screams STFU and get the goddammed prices for all three starter motors anyhow, even before I get two words out of my mouth. I'm right now 2 centimeters from being sent to the locked ward at the local psych hospital, since I'm having the nightmares again about bullied and beaten up by the local girl gangs when I was in high school. One of these gangs were always trying to get in my pants to jack me off, then try to perform a Lorena Bobbit on me after doing the deed in this nightmare. The other gang, in a similar nightmare, would simply just pound my fat ass into the ground. In real life, the one gang would pound my ass into the ground, and the other gang would just get their hand down my pants. I tell my parents, they'd beat my ass, blaming me for allowing it to happen. These are also the same parents that would savage both me, and the girl I was interested in, so badly the girl never wanted to see me again. Then they wonder, after graduating both high school, college and graduate school, why I never married or even have a girlfriend?