when the drug squad raid you, you better be clean or protected, fate was smiling down upon me, i was immediately licked to death by the dogs and recognised one of the officers as someone i know, i made some tea and we watched the end of south park talking about old times when i worked at youth refuges and drug and alcohol centres. the two officers said they were tipped off anonymously that they would find drugs on the premises, although i knew exactly what cowardly spirit was behind this. 
i saw it coming, i'm extremely intuitive, it took longer than i expected and ironically it resulted in a pleasant evening although i rather it be under different circumstance. 
i apologised to the drug squad, wasting time, explaining that the person that had done this was a sad unhappy individual with a 'revenge' complex because she can't take any responsibility for any of her own destructive actions and personal misery. 
i gave them the details of her court case that she failed to turn up to and offered my home for inspection and even a blood test, if need be. 
they knew they were barking up the wrong tree, these guys have better things to do than chase a guy like me.
i thought about the conversation we had once where 'am a liar' confessed her soulmate was bert newtons son matthew who happened to be in the news recently. i don't know much about the man, apparently he beat up his girlfriend and a taxi driver, he had his demons, i guess they were the same as hers, it explains the affinity, the romantic delusion of damaged individuals, misery needs company, like attracts like, validation and all that jazz.
anyways everything's okay, the dumb actions of a spiteful little unimaginative heiress backfired yet again. her soap operatic brain must have short circuited on vodka and the moronic company she keeps.
i thank my protectors and angels, my guardians and the great spirit of the universe. 
i give gratitude to the spirits that care for me and the friends i have.
and for you my divine enemy, my inverted friend, my soul partner and eternal nemesis, i have pity, not really for you anymore because even compassion has limits, but for your child who deserves much better than your dramatic obsession with revenge. let me offer you some free advice, the best revenge is a life lived well. 
ironically that's all i ever wanted for you. 
let it go.