I think, I do not see right! On my way to town I meet an ex-slave of mine who I kicked out of my stable 2 years ago. Klausi, the old geezer, I remember, when it was nothing but hot air in his wallet at the time – so bye-bye! And now the loser lives under a bridge and begs for a “offering”!. LOL! He really seems to be well right now, as he sits half drunk and haphazard in the dirt and babbles to himself. Pity? No indication, because there are still a few old debts left. Right, Klausi darling? But there you see again, you always meet twice in your life. I get what Im entitled to – and you piece of shit already got what you deserve: an unsheltered life.
