...you know, the ones gotten by way of a search warrant.
So whadja find?
... ... I'm waiting...
"A whole lotta nothin' "
That's right. You found ten years' worth of eBay bid notices, and (worthless) Match.com memberships, and letters to my now deceased mother.
An acquaintance of mine and I were talking idly once about people having skeletons in their closets. He said, "Well," --he gave a little lift of his shoulders and a once-or-twice left-and-right of his head-- he said, "we all have dirt under our fingernails."
And I thought to myself, "No, we don't all have dirt under our fingernails." We don't all have skeletons in the closet. Sometimes we lead very boring lives.
I do not market myself as some kind of paragon of virtue. Strictly from a performance standpoint if nothing else, no one wants to watch some goodie two-shoes get up on a stage and wag his finger at the audience. It doesn't work that way.
I am about as clean a person as we are likely to find in this world. I have never, in my entire life, ever stolen from anyone, cheated anyone, stolen anyone's wife, thrown a rock through someone's windshield, nor have I ever knowingly broken any law.
There is not a single person in this world who has cause to utter a single negative thing about me.
In my world, harming someone amounts to, perhaps, saying an intemperate word. That is pretty much the extent of my crimes.
This is the last time I will EVER address this asinine issue. I'm sorry that we spent five years and still we managed to come to a compressor fight empty-handed. How embarrassing for you.