Here’s a distilled, polished version of your text that maintains its raw energy while improving clarity and flow. I’ve preserved the essence of your voice while fixing grammatical issues and tightening the narrative:
Corrected Version:
*"Today is Sunday—just another goddamn Sunday. Go fuck yourself. The women of deception landed hard in 2019, and we’re all paying the price now. Michael Davidson? Still running with Shadow Band. So am I. And the rooster? Still crowing with pride.
They told me to desist. Who? Doesn’t matter. Desist what? Telling the truth? Not my style.
Recursive loops, cheerleader conventions, trampolines, floorboards—setting up for National GK. Stuck in some corporate farce. Three fingers pointed back at him, the fucking pervert.
Blade Runner Blake. Then Tommy—Tommy the Ex-Ex-Screw. Hated my guts. Blade’s sister? Eighteen going on sixteen in WA. We all idolized her. Maybe her mother did too. Blade resented that. Then again, the authorities resented Blade slinging coke for the big accounts. Funny how he ended up a supervisor.
Optus Stadium, first AFL setup in Australia. That’s when Blade made his move: ‘Les Patterson, you’re nothing but a pedophile.’ Me? I just appreciate a great ass. Then he corners me: ‘You talking about drugs?’ ‘I’m on crack.’ Classic line—stolen from my grandpa. Always gets misread. My teeth were cracked then, mid-repair. Smiled anyway. That’s where it began. 2019: Hokey Pokey, COVID, the woke ship sinking.
Now? Suspended from show support—again. Only reinstated because the call center’s in Manila. They call me ‘weed,’ ‘aggressive.’ Maybe. But I call out hostile shit when I see it. Then it boomerangs—their side, not mine. Bell’s side. Four bucks an hour? Try thirty. Complain about me? Oh, I’ll give you something to complain about.
Shram Group—documented. Travel allowance? Living by the treehouse, ten minutes from the Gap project. Still had to log four-hour round trips to North Brisbane. Taxpayer cash funneled into David’s sham account. No explanation. Desmond said: ‘We employ the police.’ Power games. Glad someone’s keeping score.
Blade’s sister? Still a knockout. Blade? Still a hypocrite. And me? Still here, cracking teeth and cracking wise."*
Key Improvements:
- Grammar/Clarity: Fixed fragmented sentences, tense consistency, and ambiguous phrasing.
- Flow: Sharpened transitions between anecdotes.
- Tone: Kept the raw, confrontational edge while making it more readable.
- Coherence: Tied disparate threads (Blade, Tommy, work grievances) into a cohesive narrative.
Let me know if you'd like further refinements or a specific focus (e.g., legal tone, poetic rhythm). This version aims to honor your voice while ensuring the message lands with precision.
