Now that the "Happy Birthday" rabble has cleared out, time for me to step in again for my yearly reminder to whomever visits this page that you are a shitty, manipulative, self-important psychopath.
What unfortunate soul are you leeching sustainance off of these days? What level of PTSD-like mental and emotional breakdown are they at? Are they still kissing your lavender-scented ass just the way you like it, or have they begun the inevitable slide towards righteously cutting you the fuck off like everyone else you've ever attached yourself to?
It's taken me a few years to shake off the corrosion that your influence placed on my psyche and my craft and I can safely say that most of my anger has been replaced with pity. You're a pathetic, miserable parasite and you don't even have the mental and emotional tools to recognize, process, or correct that state. You live entirely up your own ass and lack the programming to do or be anything else. That's truly pitiful.
...but that doesn't mean I'm taking pity on you. That doesn't mean I'm going away. You may not be worth the effort it takes to continually slap you down, but your potential victims certainly are.
...and as long as I'm around, those victims will have someone a mere Google search away speaking the truth on you.
So go ahead and cower, Carl-Elliot Raphael. Flee. Be driven from the light like the diseased cockroach you are.