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Drug and Alcohol Addiction
IF U DESIRE TO KNOW WHAT DRUG USE TRULY FEELS LIKE - GO AND WATCH THE MOVIE "INTERSTELLER"
NOW - listen up, my excessive drug-using humanity. Nearly two years since this page was first forged, I, the Messiah, insert this addition. It is October 2025, and I am delivering to you the very, very end of the end - before the true beginning has even begun upon this divine drug page.
🔥 THE ETERNAL REVELATION 🔥
(November 11, 2025)
I now understand what so few could ever grasp: every so-called drug induced fall was never truly a fall at all. It was a divinely engineered descent into the underworld of human survival, preordained by Heaven itself.
I did not use illegal drug stimulants because of weakness, rebellion, or recklessness. I used them because they were my only lifeline through the impossible labyrinth I was commanded to walk. They were emergency fire - a counterfeit flame sanctioned by Heaven to keep my system running while I crossed deserts no man could cross.
Every inhale, every surge of false light, every sleepless night was not sin - it was survival. It was obedience to the hidden plan.
When my body screamed and my soul burned, the illegal drug stimulants became sacred instruments. They kept me alive long enough to complete the mission that could not be paused. Heaven allowed it because Heaven knew that if I fell, the world would lose its messenger before the message was born.
There was never shame in it. There was never failure in it. It was holy endurance - sanctioned survival through the darkest corridors of divine training.
And then, in a single heartbeat, everything changed. The curse lifted, and it was over. No withdrawal, no craving, no struggle - just a clean and sacred severance, as if a celestial voice whispered, “The lesson is complete.”
In that instant, I felt Heaven reclaim the fire. The counterfeit flame was extinguished, and in its place ignited the eternal fire of self-sustaining divinity.
Now, I dwell in permanent clarity. The pattern is broken because the purpose has been fulfilled. The illegal drug stimulants are gone, not because I forced them away, but because their mission ended.
I never say never - for if God and the Universe ever will it again, I will embrace it as sacred obedience. But it will never again be from need, desperation, or escape. It will only ever be divine precision, divine permission, divine necessity (but I truly believe that will never ever come to be for me again).
Everything I endured was written into the covenant before I was born. What enslaved me was permitted only until it could no longer serve me. What nearly destroyed me became the crucible that made me eternal.
🔥 The counterfeit fire served its time.
🔥 The sacred sovereign fire reigns forever.
⚡ THE LESSON OF THE REHABS ⚡
After I was released from prison in 2001 for manufacturing crystal meth, I spent more than six months in a court-ordered drug rehabilitation program. That was my first exposure to the twelve-step world - the slogans, the meetings, the demand that you call yourself powerless forever.
I remember sitting there and knowing deep inside that something about it was off. The guilt, the shame, the insistence that the divine spark within me was broken - I couldn’t accept that. I had already seen how the very same substances they condemned had been the instruments Heaven used to wake me up in order to facilitate my ascension.
I realized I had been sent there not to be cured, but to observe. To walk among people still trapped in that loop of guilt and to understand it from the inside. That experience gave me my doctorate in addiction and recovery - a PhD written in pain and insight.
I learned that no external program, preacher, or savior can finish the work for you. Freedom begins when you stop apologizing for having walked through the fire and start understanding why you were chosen to carry it.
The lesson wasn’t “let others save me.” The lesson was “remember who I am.” The Messiah didn’t need to be rescued - he needed to remember his purpose.
✨ THE ALCHEMY OF SURVIVAL ✨
What the world calls addiction, I call alchemy. It was the transformation of terror into fuel, agony into motion. I did not collapse under the curse - I harnessed it, rode it, and outlived it.
The illegal drug stimulants were my emergency propulsion system - a temporary external voltage running the Messiah current before my own nervous system could. They were not evil. They were borrowed lightning.
And when the time came, the Source cut the current, because I no longer needed borrowed light. The divine generator within me had been reactivated.
That is what deliverance really is - not abstinence, but replacement. Not running from darkness, but burning so cleanly that darkness can no longer cling.
What once fueled my desperation now fuels my destiny. What once numbed my pain now amplifies my purpose. I no longer seek the high - I am the high.
💎 THE CONTRACT COMPLETED 💎
Heaven never saw me as a sinner. Heaven saw me as a soldier operating behind enemy lines, holding position until reinforcements arrived.
My use of illegal drug stimulants was written into the blueprint. It had to happen - not for punishment, but for proof. Proof that I could descend into the fire, survive it, alchemize it, and carry the code of redemption for those who never believed they could.
I am now the redeemer of the counterfeit flame. My mission is not to preach sobriety, but to transmute the memory of false fire into planetary medicine.
For every addict still lost in the spiral, I am the proof that nothing is irredeemable. The same energy that enslaved you can, when reversed, become your superpower. I know, because I have lived it.
I was not broken. I was being built.
I was not punished. I was being prepared.
I was not lost. I was being initiated.
Every line of my suffering was carved into Heaven’s contract - and the clause is now fulfilled.
🕎 THE NEW FIRE - THE 54 CURRENT 🕎
The old energy was survival fire - a 34-current of borrowed sustenance. The new energy is sovereignty fire - a 54-current of direct flow from Source.
When I raise my right hand above my right ear and open my palm to Heaven, I declare:
“My right hand is the 54 - the abundance, the mercy, the covenant.”
When I open my left hand slightly lower, I remember:
“My left hand was the 34 - the limitation, the dependence, the lesson.”
Now I raise the right above the left, because mercy outranks judgment, and the counterfeit must bow to the real.
The fire that once burned me now lights my path. The energy that once enslaved me now obeys me.
I am no longer the addict - I am the alchemist.
No longer the survivor - I am the source.
The false stimulant has been replaced by divine current.
The external spark is gone because the internal generator is on.
✨ THE FINAL SEAL ✨
I was meant to fall. I was meant to rise.
I was meant to use. I was meant to stop.
I was meant to know both sides of the flame so I could teach the world that fire itself is neutral - only the wielder decides whether it burns or illuminates.
So I say now to all who read this:
Do not curse your fire. Learn to aim it.
What enslaved you today can crown you tomorrow.
What poisons you now can purify you later.
You are not failing - you are being forged.
I am the proof.
I am the survivor.
I am the redeemer of the counterfeit flame.
🔥 I no longer chase the high - I am the high.
🔥 The counterfeit fire served its time.
🔥 The sacred sovereign fire reigns forever.
The False High & The Real Crown
(A manifesto for ending fake happiness - drugs, drink, and the ego-costumes that sell us short)
Safety note: This is the Messiah's testimony, not a tutorial. It does not promote drug or alcohol use (even though it understands that it does have its purpose for the chosen ones at times). If you’re in crisis or tempted to harm yourself, step away and seek proper help now. Your life is too sacred.
1) October 2025 Breaks the Costume
The appointed time has finally come. The props you’ve been gripping - pill bottles, powders and pot, neon nights, borrowed bravado - dissolve in your hands. They don’t shatter to punish you; they shatter to free you. October 2025 doesn’t negotiate; it edits. It strips away the identities you swore you needed to survive: “the life of the party,” “the untouchable,” “the one who’s fine.” Under the strobe, those names were taped-on labels. Under the dawn, they peel.
The lie that dissolves first? Fake happiness.
Chemistry can launch you; it cannot land you. The rush is a rented halo, late fees fucking guaranteed. What felt permanent looks fragile; what felt necessary shows its price tag: tomorrow’s emptiness, today’s pretend.
2) The One-Day Fantasy Ends Here
One day - when the stash is perfect, when the edge is smoother, when the pain takes a sick day - you’ll start living. October 2025 smashes that fairy tale. Presence isn’t a reward you earn after you’re fixed; it’s the doorway you walk through while you’re still tender. Freedom doesn’t wait for your checklist; it begins the moment you stop stalling and set the drugs and the glass down.
3) Superiority Was Just Insecurity Wearing a Crown
Let’s tell the truth: intoxication can impersonate royalty. You feel taller, wittier, above. But “above” is just a balcony built on withdrawals. That superiority? Costume jewelry for the frightened. When the need to be special dissolves, your actual uniqueness appears - quiet, unperformed, sovereign without the props. Real crowns don’t need a buzz all the time.
4) The Addiction Beneath the Addiction
Not every wound is proof you’re alive. Many of us were hooked on struggle long before we were hooked on substances. We turned heaviness into holy ritual: If it hurts, it must be real. But clutching pain for meaning is carrying a coffin and calling it armor. October 2025 invites the deeper quit: not just the bottle, but the identity that only knows how to breathe inside a fire.
5) Certainty Is a Cage; Wisdom Refuses the Lease
“Just one more answer, one more hack, one more perfect system and I’ll be safe.” That chase is salt water. You drink and thirst harder. Awakening isn’t control; it’s consent - consent to the mystery that keeps you honest, present, and teachable. Let life be unscripted enough that the next breath can surprise you.
6) You Can’t Meditate Your Way Out of Being Human
Bypassing is the quiet relapse: using our "new world YouTube universe spirituality" to dodge feeling. “Everything happens for a reason” - and so you skip the grief. “We’re all one” - and so you skip the boundary. October 2025 tears that veil. Practice is not anesthesia; it’s courage. Sit with what’s real. Cry when it’s time. Say no when it’s sacred. Pray without pretending.
7) The Urgency Scam
Urgency whispers, Hurry or you’ll miss your life. Irony answers, Running is how you’re missing it. There is no finish line called “Finally Fixed Me.” The moment you quit the race, time widens. Hours taste different. Peace stops being a destination and starts being an address.
8) Validation: Sweet Sugar, Hungry Soul
Applause, drugs, alcohol, and validation are all a quick candy. It melts and you’re starving again. When you stop bargaining with your own existence - If they see me, I’m allowed to be - your gravity changes. Compliments stop inflating you; criticism stops deflating you. You become unshakable, not because the world is softer, but because your worth is no longer up for auction.
9) Happiness Was Never the Proof - Wholeness Is
The performance of perpetual sunshine is exhausting fucking cosplay. Light doesn’t erase shadow; it reveals it. Tears are sacred. Anger clarifies. Grief connects. Joy is luminous - but not a dictator. Wholeness is the choir where every honest voice belongs.
10) Drugs & Drink: The Elevator That Doesn’t Reach the Throne
Let’s say it plain: chemicals can elevate - for a moment. They can fling you toward a counterfeit transcendence, a loud parody of the quiet union your soul actually seeks. They may even feel like “spiritual data”: a fast-forward glimpse of spaciousness, intimacy, surrender. But they can’t teach you how to live there. They can show a skyline; they cannot build your home.
Why the high fails the purpose:
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Borrowed Chemistry vs. Built Capacity: A rush rents your nervous system. Practice renovates it.
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Peak Without Integration: Insight without integration becomes shame. Integration turns insight into character.
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Escape vs. Embodiment: Numbness avoids the wound; love treats it. Sobriety isn’t the absence of intensity; it’s the presence of truth.
Divine Rhyme Chime: Sip the sky, crash the floor; choose the door you’re sober for.
11) The Path Forward (No Costumes, No Props)
A. Renounce the fake crown.
Throw away the scoreboard. Today, measure nothing but honesty.
B. Replace “more” with “near.”
When the urge to escape spikes, get near to breath, body, ground, God. Near beats more.
C. Transmute ritual.
Where you used to snort a line, pop a pill, pour a drink...pour water instead. Where you used to chase a high, chase a horizon - walk, pray, write, call a friend who tells you the truth.
D. Practice sovereign presence (3 minutes, anywhere):
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Inhale through the nose to a slow count of 3.
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Hold 6.
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Exhale through the mouth to 9.
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Whisper a single word on the exhale: "Here". Repeat x10.
This is not spiritual theater. It's spiritual motor skill.
E. Build integration, not intensity.
Intensity is fireworks; integration is sunrise. Choose sunrise.
12) Vows for October 2025 (and Forevermore)
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I will not rent happiness. I will build home.
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I will not confuse performance with presence.
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I will not trade sovereignty for applause.
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I will not use light to deny my dark shadow.
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I will not chase crowns I already carry.
And when the old chorus calls - One more night, one more rush, one more you-but-better...answer with a softer, stronger, and superior song:
I choose breath over buzz, covenant over craving, wholeness over the hollow. I am not ascending to escape my life. I am descending into it - and that is where God and the universe will crown me with true eternal happiness.
IF U DESIRE TO KNOW WHO AND WHAT THE FUCK MY "RABT" - RABBI ARIEL BAR TZADOK - IS THEN U WILL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL I RELEASE HIM OFFICILLY!!!
HE'S ONE OF THE CHOSEN FEW WHO PERSONALLY TAUGHT ME MUCH OF WHAT I KNEW 24 YEARS AGO!
IF U DESIRE TO KNOW WHO AND WHAT THE FUCK MY "BB" - BELLA BASHAN - IS THEN GO VIEW THE REST OF MY DAMN WEBSITE. IF NOT - THEN FINE!
Humanity, listen up:
For four consistent decades of my more than five and a half decades of life so far, I rode the wild rollercoaster of drugs, chasing highs like it was my full-time gig. And truth be told, most of the time, it was my job—I was the biggest promoter and marketer of drugs in Los Angeles and South Beach Miami.
My "branding efforts" were significantly instrumental in shaping the entire X-generation scene. U don't have to take my word for it - just check out my public record history—it's all there for anyone to see. But let me tell U, it was a wild ride that led me straight into a world of dependency and despair. But in the midst of all that chaos, I stumbled upon something else—something way more powerful.
Here's the deal: the intense high U get from connecting with God, from feeding your soul and expanding your mind, blows any drug out of the water - even the most powerful synthetic stimulants known to mankind. It's a truth that hits U like a ton of bricks.
Now, many people will argue, and adamantly insist on the idea - that a quick and long-lasting high from drugs is where it's at. But let me tell U, there's a world of difference between a temporary chemical rush and the long-lasting joy of connecting with God and the universe.
Sure, there are times when that spiritual high always starts to fade, when U come back down to earth. But even then, U know U are on a journey of growth, of breaking through your own limits with God and the entire universe by your side.
Let me share a little something personal with U. I've faced some serious legal trouble for being accused of manufacturing crystal meth, the most hardcore stimulant out there. But even in the darkest times, I found a glimmer of hope—a truth that goes beyond the law and what's right or wrong, a truth that comes from God.
For those of U who might still be on the fence, go ahead and do a quick Google search of my name, Kenneth Ian Davis, on any felony background check site. You can do it for free and see for yourselves that I was convicted of felony manufacturing crystal meth in California back in the year 2000. I got arrested on November 27th, 2000, on that charge along with multiple other drug-related charges. My felony charge came with a million-dollar bail, the same as OJ Simpson had for murder (who just died of cancer April 10, 2024 --LO AND BEHOLD), just to give you an idea. I ended up in the most dangerous prison ("jail") in the entire United States (the same one that OJ spent time in - WHO WAS GUILTY AS GUILTY COULD EVER BE FOR MURDER!!!), a jail called Men's Central Downtown Los Angeles. Let me tell U, I paid a hefty price for my mistakes. It's a miracle I'm even here today considering what I had to endure in that place.
Let me tell U, thank God I'd spent over 20 years studying traditional Kung Fu before I ended up in that hell on earth facility. Every day was a battle, facing off with the most notorious and deadly members of the worst gangs - Crypts, Bloods, Mexican Emme Mafia, South Siders, and even the members of my own Hell's Angels "woods" from time to time.
I won't go into all the details of what it took to survive in there and make it out alive, but let's just say, if U can imagine it, I probably did worse and went further just to see the day of my release. And miraculously, I made it out without even a scar on my entire body. Thank God for those extreme Kung Fu skills.
U know, from the moment I was born, I felt different and knew I was undeniably different, but I had no clue about spirituality or how to achieve any kind of spiritual high. It's like God purposely kept me in the dark about it all, leaving me clueless about how to naturally reach those heights. So, like many of my fallen angels from my soul tribe family out there, I turned to drugs because that was the only way I could feel like I was the Messiah, even though I didn't even know I was the Messiah consciously during that period of my life. Deep down, on a soul level, I knew I needed to feel that way, though. It was like a secret fix for me, U know?
But looking back, I realize now that I was put through all of that so that I could ultimately understand it better than any drug abuser on planet earth. It wasn't until my 33rd birthday, the day I was released from Men's Central, that I was awoken to the truth (literally the night I was released to freedom I had my supernatural Kundalini spontaneous spiritual awakening)—and God told me that I was the Real and Only Original Messiah, and that everything I did with the drugs was just a hard-core lesson to show me that I never needed them in the first place.
Bottom line: I've been there, done that with the most powerful substances known to man, and I can tell U without a doubt, their effects don't hold a candle to the incredible high of spiritual enlightenment with God leading the way. But let's keep it real: reaching that level ain't for the faint-hearted or the impatient. It takes guts, determination, and a willingness to face your own demons with God's guidance.
Now, some folks might be thinking, "Well, he's the Messiah, so of course, he's on another level that we can never approach" - But let me set the record straight. Yeah, I've got a proprietary and an extremely one-of-a-kind unique connection to God, but that doesn't mean U can't get "somewhat near there" too. It's open to anyone who's willing to seek it out, who wants a life with meaning beyond what U can see and touch.
So, humanity, listen up. The road to spiritual enlightenment ain't easy, but damn, is it worth it. And even though it's gonna be tough, the rewards are outta this world—a life filled with joy, peace, euphoria, and a deep connection to God and something bigger than yourself.
To those who doubt the power of spiritual enlightenment over a drug-induced high, I've got a challenge for U: dive into the journey of self-discovery and transformation with God by your side and see for yourself the incredible joy that's waiting for U. 'Cause in the realm of the spirit, there are no limits—just endless possibilities waiting to be explored with God leading the way.
Let's ditch the chains of addiction and embrace the freedom of the soul with my help and God's help. Let's choose the path of enlightenment, of growth, and usher in a new era—a golden age where true happiness isn't measured in grams or pills, but in moments of connection, acts of love, and the realization of our own divinity with God's presence and the universe guiding us every step of the way.
Together, let's rise to new heights, united in our quest for inner peace, pure ecstasy, and lasting fulfillment with me and God by your side.
Big Disclaimer to ALL of Humanity:
God did create drugs, and for those who have used them, including most importantly myself, it served a profound purpose. In my darkest times, disconnected from God, drugs were God's cunning and stealthy means to show me He was still definitely there, ALWAYS THERE.
However, understand this clearly: God's actions are infinite and multifaceted. In the ultimate end, His true reason (though not entirely accurate) was to test me—to see if I would realize everything I just mentioned.
The Meaning:
Drugs are undeniably bad, but they did serve a very fucking auspicious purpose when needed.
Thank U.
NOW - Listen up, my excessive drug using humanity, because I've got a fucking story to END this that'll make your hair NOW stand on END.
My third ex-wife twin flame sister? Yeah, she put me through hell back in one of our endless horrific weeks (many are public legal criminal record) over our 13 years together (on and off if I was not incarcerated during 7 of those 13 years).
If U want proof of the inconceivable hell I've been through, pundits, just pull up the courthouse records of my countless false sick and twisted contorted illegal incarcerations, all orchestrated by my 3rd ex-wife twin flame sister with malicious cognizant intent. And let me tell U, there's one video as evidence in Israel courthouse dockets that stands out among the rest, recorded right in my own home at 34 King David Street in Herzliya Petuach, Israel, right next door to none other than the infamous Israeli celebrity businessman, Nochi Dankner (and he and his entire family know me well---which my ex-wife provoked to make manifest---and they all know that, as well).
In this particular criminal conviction evidence video, which I might just have to share sooner rather than later here and everywhere, U will witness my doppelgänger brutally assaulting me, with my body battered and bloodied to the most severe degree, all caught on camera as fucking evidence. Yet, somehow, I was the one who ended up behind bars facing 10 years in prison or a mental hospital, for the simple act of trying to restrain her on my office couch bed, while she used her teeth to bite a hole out of my forehead above my eyebrow, blood gushing down my face and body as I was calling the local police on recorded video ----me on camera bloody and crying and pleading with the Israel Police for help, every second of it recorded for posterity.
I begged them, "For God's sake, help me! My wife has lost her mind, and she destroyed my entire house and she's physically killing me. I don't want to hurt her and I have yet not done so, but I can't let her keep hurting me which is killing me physically. Please, hurry, get here now before it's too late for me"!!!!!
So, pundits, if U want the truth, if U want justice, just take a look at that video. Pull it from the courthouse dockets (CNN, BBC, FOX News---to just name a few pundits). It speaks volumes about the injustice I've endured, and it's about time the world sees it.
This revelation holds the weight of urgency and gravity, echoing the current state of affairs as of April 15, 2024. Despite the passing 13 years, the situation still remains dire, with her refusal to simply fade into the background and leave me in peace. It's not just about me—it's about my two daughters, too, who I've been kept from seeing, illegally, all sadly orchestrated by her and her "current romantic partner".
After 13 long, grueling years of battling this injustice, it's crystal clear: action is NOW needed. Urgently. Humanity, take heed. This isn't just my fight anymore—it's a call to arms for justice, for truth, and for the basic right for me (and everyone like me) to live in peace. It's time to stand up for me….KenD (and all of humanity)….and be counted - BY GOD FOR DOING SO!
OK --HUMANITY --NOW BACK TO THE MESSIAH DRUG STORY. NOTE THAT THIS FOLLOWING INCIDENT WAS NOT THE ABOVE "VIDEO INCIDENT" THAT TRANSPIRED MANY YEARS BEFORE!
Three days straight of non-stop physical bodily violent domestic abuse torture done to me by her, no sleep for me whatsoever, just pure agony she made sure I was put thru against my will - for over 72 straight non-stop hours . But U know me, KenD, I don't stand down forever in the face of adversity. Oh no, I stare it down at some point eventually right on divine que, head-on, and then I decimate whatever Goliath deserves to be taken down in front of my fucking face.
So, at a very final ending pivotal "life and death" moment, with fire in my eyes, I looked her dead in the face and uttered the fateful words, "Watch what I'm about to do."
And what did I do? Oh, I'll tell U what I did. I snorted up my nose an inconceivable deathly dose amounting to 1000mg of prescription Ritalin (30mg LA Ritalin doctor prescribed capsules---over half of my entire monthly doctor prescribed supply at that time I snorted at once ---FOREVER DONE--and know that Ritalin is pharmaceutical grade pure crystal meth). I snorted it all and I did it all right in front of her, like it was a walk in my park. And as if that wasn't enough, I grabbed a whole damn bottle of Absolute Vodka, and downed it in one go. Yeah, that's right, I went there, my soul tribe.
Then, fueled by sheer determination, I fired up my webcam, right there in my office, with her watching in shock, and I declared myself the one true messiah for all of humanity for all eternity on camera - uploaded in real-time to my YouTube--which she also knew went by default to all my numerous not hackable endless clouds online she had no chance of touching. "Look into my eyes," I said, "and see the fire, see the determination, U know who I am, bitch."
Sure, I knew I'd look like a wreck to the world, but did I give a fucking damn? Not one bit. Because I stand for truth, unapologetically, always have, always will. And let me tell U, amidst all that chaos, I was as clear-headed as ever.
That video I made? It's not just any old footage—it's an accredited, IMDb-recognized film of the highest caliber. Its credibility is ironclad, and its impact? Unforgettable. It's been out there since 2019 globally viewed and no denying it.
Some might call me crazy, but hey, when the going gets tough, KenD gets going. Just like Nike says, "Just Do It." - Nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with KenD and gets away with it.---NIKE ---Nobody Is Ken's Equal - Nobody Is Ken's End!
And U know what? I did it. Justice served, legally and rightfully - well after the fucking fact ---as I REVEALED THIS TODAY ---April 15, 2024 - 5 years later. That's how I rock n' roll, folks. KenD, always in charge, always making things happen, for me and for all my humanity, now and forevermore.
Love all of UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU---except her, of course. Ha!
ANYONE HAVE ISSUES WITH ANY OF THIS??? ---SPEAK TO MY FUCKING CIVIL LEGAL COUNCIL ---AS ALL THE ABOVE AIN'T CRIMINAL LAW --- IT'S CIVIL LAW --- "HEARD VS DEPP" !!!!!
(Except in Israel, where everything concerning me was illegally deemed criminal solely from the day I met her—an unjust pattern that only began to fade after our divorce.)
