I WILL be the next Luigi... maybe call us Luigi and Louisa . the Italians with the balls to fight back

Probably should consider a New Alias... Like Louisa

and go to an American prison for it..oh well, this is my last phase. doesnt really matter how i go out. Im Dead Already...

Andromeda did a different Job..but she told her dad the same thing for the SAME reasons


Its a BRAVE New World where the Victim of a crime is forced to defend herself AGAINST being SUED after surgery by her insurance company AND the insurance company of the Drunk Driver who failed to k1ll her when he tried his best.

On BEING ITALIAN... it used to mean something entirely different in the US. People KNEW who we were , how why and WHEN we came here to BUILD America. Now im stuck in a godforesaken patch of dirt on the SAME continent where it is like a time machine to 1820. They STARE, they do not understand. White men and women will talk to me like im "other" . Alien to them, they have NEVER SEEN or met anyone identifying as Italian.. dont understand how to pronounce the names of ROAD and regions IN their own state named AFTER Italian farmers who settled her or BUILT their town. they CHANGED the pronunciation on PURPOSE to ERASE the Italian heritage and claim it as somehow related to these same families who have never ventured off this patch of dirt where THEY used to own slaves and hang Italians just the same.

No one ANYWHERE ELSE would consider me SO different but in a homogeneous bowl of undereducated ignorance..i am a WONDER to their eyes and a NEW face to HATE and disrespect...itsamazing. to ask them if they eat pizza or pasta and buy and eat italian food so why cant you SAY the names of things with the SAME LETTERS including my name? well, they dont even MAKE these connections. Im so sick of people..if i didnt like cold water or have a fear of not drowning properly id drive to my favorite ocean the let it swallow me. If i hated someone enough id blow my brains out into their face...just becasuse i could... i dont have the character to leave my love of my children behind for the acts of other poeple to put me in a place i cant survive the pain of... an old Indian man who came here to try to end my life in a drunken daytrip from the liquor store. OR an insurance company clawing with its rotting nails for money I dont have and can never earn again...beause the indian man did this to me...Not to his insurance company clawing at MY insurance company deciding both to go After ME so it doesnt cost them an extra PENNY off their beach of billions.... I cant do a damn thing. Im staring into this SCREEN at two lawsuits against ME that they only SENT NOW becaue Im finally recovered enough to LOOK UP AT the screen to read them....

put that in your hat and scramble it, make a nice omelet in my name... remember why i did it after i do...

I am never this weak...i am fierce but this time the only place to put my fierceness is into something profound and final.... and its gonna be one of the other.... its me or them.