The Life of a Demoniac

This post contains a conversation initiated by a complete stranger via my The Life of a Demoniac Facebook Page  today. It hasn't gone any further than what is shown here, yet was posted by merit of the fact that, unlike nearly everyone else for the past 14 years with the knowledge the reader demonstrates, he didn't act oblivious or ignorant things to the point of mocking when communicating with me. Even though he did tease a bit by abandoning the conversation at the point in which he did, it was still refreshing that he was not afraid to show his thorough understanding of the consequences of the problem and the means by which they are derived; and, best of all, he didn't skirt the truth on the most consequential aspect there is to this problem, specifically, that  my dope = your inevitable demise , and actually (albeit very indirectly) suggests sobriety as his advice to me for helping myself. Here are a couple of things I was surprised to hear him mention, things that mo

This is what the Weather widget on my MacBook Pro is forecasting: If you're unfamiliar with San Jose weather, let me point out that there have been only two thunderstorms in the past 20 years. The following image is the forecast from my iPhone: This is more likely the most accurate forecast for the weather in San Jose over the course of the next week. Update on August 19th, 2017 In spite of consistently sunny days throughout the entire week (just like everyday in the South Bay of Northern California), demons and their people are still predicting stormy weather in the days of my life ahead. Today's forecast, according to the Weather widget on the Dashboard (Mac OS X) of my MacBook Pro: Stormy days ahead, so the demons say...