at a girlfriends house, my phone rings, it's a blocked number but i answer it anyway, immediately i know what's going down, it's some buffoon pretending he knows me, a miserable fake accent and some incomprehensible babble i can't understand what he's on about but i know who's behind it, at least in the shadows, it smells like 'her' all over. 
i hang up only to have the buffoon ring again, it's mindless drivel, on the verge of threatening. i know it's going to come, i know it's on the cusp because there's a certain predictability in these monkeys primal behaviour.
when it comes, it's the, 'i know where you live, i'm going to come around and get you' type. boring unoriginal and lacking in all creative qualities, this clown is under the thumb, pussy whipped flying monkey, following orders, 'go get captain mission, hurt him.'
yeah, that type of baboon.
anyway's there's a few more messages and threats and an impersonation of a drug squad officer, as if they would waste their time on me. as if they don't know what's going down either.  
i don't know, you lot are fucked up on money and time and alcohol, i've absolutely nothing in common with you people, nothing, all you do is try to intimidate and frighten me and it never works but i just feel sorry for you, wasting your time, wasting your lives on me when you could be playing mums and dads, i rather be a parent,than go around terrorising my ex but maybe that's just me, overburdened with a sense of responsibility.
let it go cupcake and baboon boy.