The literature of the psychiatrist (phD who studies biomedical chemistry) as another major aggressor to society and my personal testimony on this.
..as it is being written in 80, 000 words for those in their early 20’s that are male and female.

By Gregory A. Britt - 1+ (613) 384-2928 - info@shellshock.xyz

_4GgrezzorS --- CHAPTER 1


_4GgrezzorS --- work here --- CHAPTER 1

One afternoon after trying to get over my boredom I was sitting on my ass in the grass, I was catching colours in my bloodshot eyes waiting for the bus. "Man!" I told myself, "The psychiatry hospital sure was not my thing." I was almost dreaming how my stepdad would one day call me on not only sitting on my rear end too often but pulling shit from my ass as well. Deedad will one day call me on being a crook and how would I defend not driving my car before Jake the graffiti artist. "Are you getting on?" I hear in my ears like magic. It was the year 2009 and I really wished I didn't drop out of LaSalle Secondary School 4 years before. "I might not make it on the bus with how much cough syrup I had today!" I told the Bus Driver out loud. "Just get on!" He told me out the fall doorway to what I thought was a really good local environmental protection program outside the startek window. Sometimes I wonder what the call centre thought of me. Was I a druggy to every last one of them? Sure hope not. Riding down the street on anything was fun back then. The ghosts flying back weeks before Halloween on highway 15 in kingston ontario was still a little scary at my age. Finally, we reached the downtown transfer point. "Thanks very much!" I told the driver of the city bus. "Oh your very welcome." He answered to my surprise. Normally I find full time city people don't respond on my way home or sound grumpy from near the school I dropped out of only 3 or 4 years before. I don't know how people end up this way. As I walked down the street trying to get to the bank to collect another $20 for a bit of weed while I'm down there. There were drugs on the street back then, so I'd take out only a little. You might wonder why I was up highway 15. Well, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the marker I purchased at a very old dollar store a very long time ago. I finally reached the TD on princess. I was going to do a layup with the red permanent marker, but there were too many people that would see me. Better do this later is what would be a good idea walking into the bank. To my surprise the teller is you? I don't understand how you work here in shock I was thinking. "I'll tag this bank and go smoke a joint rather than work here!" I told the teller. It was a known girl that I saw out at the smoke pit where I went to school. "Nice try!" I said under my breath. "Your cool!" She told me while the marker was in my hand. "You’re not!" I responded. I will one day sell her my piggy bank with the 5.00$ in it. I did the next time I was there by the way. Major banks are as much an aggressors as say your local psychiatry clinic or country wide restaurant such as McDonalds Hamburgers. I would recommend not looking for a place that won't get you upset or angry unless it's a place to call home. They tell you home is where the heart is. There is no environment too many people can co-exist within while there is almost always the guy or girl to fuck it up. I used to believe there was nobody that wouldn’t want to see me in handcuffs, especially at a restaurant. I had a severe dent in my feelings and there was nobody anywhere as nice as the barista’s at starbucks for all the new young coffee snobs in modern times.

_4GgrezzorS --- McCOVIDy problem --- CHAPTER 2

“You’re a little old to be playing in here!” said the girl that just walked in. I saw it coming. The girl was my age and I didn’t see how it was fair she worked here. “That’s really mean” I pointed out as I looked up from the ballroom floor in the McDonalds playplace. “It’s not like I will get stuck in the tubes with the weight I am” I told her. How she knew I was 16 now made me scratch her head. The restaurant will not allow a 15 year old only months after he turned 16 play in there. “This sucks anyhow. I’m outta here” I told the small elf. In Canada you get very serious short people who elf. Not that I have anything against short people. Take my mom for instance. She remarried several times to get the better piece. The big piece of bread in a church of latter day saints service is the one you go after according to them. The psychology will never make sense why I matter so fricking much to get the better OR more of something. As I toured out the door of the local restaurant I was quite irate. I knew in my heart that their garbage level would stop society from the McCOVIDy problem we see in our more recent times although there were cases reported in employees there. When you look at how many problems there are in the world, a sales person with their high and mighty behaviour or use of force even to shove you out the door is not the biggest problem in the whole wide world. Security was one thing that the push out the door made sense about, but why is just anybody so argumentative and feel like pushing you out the door just that you ask for say a donut then complain it’s stale after the purchase.

_4GgrezzorS --- gravity will pin --- CHAPTER 3

Dad was full of surprises back then. Thinking back to my dad who gave me my name by marrying my mother when I was young he always had a way to make life more enjoyable. Isn’t it wonderful he gave me a 24 karat polar ice diamond that could be sold for university tuition where my mother broke up the marriage with him. My mistake was losing that down the bathroom drain or something. Kids tend to never understand value and how hard money can get. I’m not going to lie. It really piles up where your not paying attention to it, but why this failed where I was getting older I will never know. It was the Belleville fair where the horse racing track used to be. I don’t think it is there any longer. Youngsters used to win and I remember some guy who just looked about 19 was jumping for joy that he won $50.00. Dad took us on the gravity wheel that night. We rode it like 20 times or around there. The rides back then are what they are today when they go city to city. You knew you were on the best rides with their company name, and I to this day wouldn’t want to debate they were worlds finest. In a gravitron starship 3000 gravity will pin and hold you to the side of the gravitational wheel. My dad was telling me that he were in one when he was younger that the floor would come out of while it were spinning. They played EDM back then but I believe they just called it dance music. The wheel had its own DJ built in. They guy would sit in the centre and throw on CD’s. He really inspired children riding to listen to music, but for me I wanted to DJ. The art of being a disc jockey looks fun to kids, but in my life of running a internet radio show on the amazon echo it’s not as fun as it looks like most things. I’m sure the police wonder why they took a dangerous job to make a median 55 thousand dollar per year income. I’d later study being a cop, to then drop out has lead me to believe they just form another aggressor on some poor helpless aggravated individual. People cannot stop from getting angry unless they undergo a complicated treatment of some sort. I believe their frustration hides in most, but present in every. Even I had the point my fuse will blow. “Get off of me” yells the girl. She had a bigger African American throwing punches as we walked out of the gate at the fair. People shouldn’t fight in public near children. Fights happen when someone normally verbalizes a threat of some sort. All it takes is the guy getting everyone going to just piss you off with one little sentence. I remember Brendan the kid that smashed a beer bottle through a construction site window. He was going to beat the crap out of me for talking bad about him, but I knew he went to far. Construction sites are very hard to maintain with hard working people. “What would replace the window?” I wanted to ask, but I kept it in my head just knowing if I were to open my mouth something bad would happen. This is a common mistake. I learn later in life, you do need to care, and society will eliminate those who no longer care. I’d say a police officer who states “I don’t fucking give a shit your things were stolen.” Wouldn’t continue going around making people mad. Right where they develop that mentality, they get a rude awakening. The chief can rip the badge off any constables uniform at any time. She or he can then yell “FIRED!” in their police little face. And yet again, they shouldn’t accept a 55, 000.00$ per year salary.