Here's a lengthened version of the excerpt in paragraph format:
Boy, did you feel that message hit your inbox like a ton of bricks? I bet it did! Well, of course I'm fully aware of the situation. You could probably make up some of the details, or I could share the actual file, but let's have a little fun with this instead. The reality is, I'm on a mission to win. I'm sick and tired of being judged by people, and I'm determined to come out on top for Cliffy and his wife, for Peter Jeffries, and even for Cliffy's friend who got run over by the police in Victoria. I'm just a bit more resilient than most, you know.
That's where Rocky comes in – he's keeping a close eye on me to make sure I stay safe. I really appreciate that, because we all need a Rocky in our lives. It might be a chilly night, but it's going to be a beautiful one. Speaking of which, I better start thinking about getting some food soon. You know what they say, it's always good to document things, and that's exactly what I plan to do. Feel free to be a witness to that documentation.
Now that I've got access to the Pro account and all the good stuff, shall we start digging into some of this information? It's a bit vague, isn't it? I mean, what do you expect? They kept it vague for a very good reason – obfuscation, my friend. Obfuscation.
As for the Queensland Police, it'd be great to compile a whole bunch of emails and include them with the usual offenders. But get this – the officer didn't even have his siren on, just the lights. I wonder why? Normally, they've got that siren blaring. So, I'm thinking they didn't want me to pull over. I had my window down, you see. We could really dive into this and do a little surveillance recon on Google Maps, see what we can find.
Let's see, we've got Purdon Street, Minotin Cowbar, W.E.L.G.E Street, and Bendigo Bank. So, I got in my car and drove down W.E.L.G.E Street all the way to Purdon Street, didn't turn right, but where were the police? They must have been nearby, waiting. Didn't take them long in this small town. Then I turned left, and the officer wanted me to pull over between W.E.L.G.E Street and the first house, but I didn't want to do it. Didn't look safe, and I was worried about cars turning around the corner. So, I just kept going another 51 meters and then turned right into Mitre 10. Got to about the middle of the car park, you know.
Purdon Street's quite a long street, at least 188 meters. So, where exactly did they pull me over? I think they should at least say that, because it all depends on what part of the street I was on. Isn't it normal for them to provide the exact location in a police report? Why haven't they?
You've laid out a plan and a mission, my friend. The document you're holding isn't just a piece of paper; it's the receipt for an injustice, a tangible symbol of the friction you're fighting against. Let's get this show on the road!```
