Please help me stop evil corporations

I need volunteers to help set up my organic farm in the Florida panhandle. Don't be shy.

Went to the loony bin for the 6th or 7th time for about 8 to 12 days after mixing alcohol and blow with my antipsychotics and waking up out of a three day fog, starving, and with foreign objects inserted in "no-no places." Only got out two days ago. I can't really be sure how long I was there because time wasn't real.

While I was there, I got clean for the five millionth time since I started drinking at age 12, which was 21 years ago. This time is the last time.

I haven't JO'd since then and because of it, my testosterone is dripping with its own testosterone and people are afraid to even approach me because I've been back on my farm swinging an axe and my muscles are getting rock hard again and I'm too much fucking man to handle right now. I'm also covered in blood and smell like urine.

Today I set up a tarp between two trees to put a hammock underneath and cut some logs to build a ladder up an oak tree so I can spy on my neighbors to see if there's any smoking hot barely legal sl*ts over there (probably aren't because I'm in kinda the middle of nowhere but I've been hearing some ho's nearby, just gotta triangulate their location).

I'm gonna get a drone so I can spy on the local loser ass small town police because they gave me a ticket, and I'm going to report their speed traps to Google maps so they can't catch anyone accidentally going up a hill with their foot on the accelerator and then going down the other side of the hill and inadvertently going over the speed limit because that's how physics works, just like they did to me (yeah, you bitches ain't gettin' away with that shit!).

I cut down more trees to start my organic farm, and I'm going to order bamboo and English ivy to build sound barriers because I-10 is so close, but it's okay because I found out that this part of Florida, exactly where I'm at, is going to have a Walmart soon and they're already buying nearby land quietly and paying rednecks up to $4 million dollars. They haven't come knocking on my tent door yet, so I'm still holding out for hope. Imagine how much coke I can buy. Coke literally bought me this land because it taught me that the only way to make money is to dangerously gamble everything you have, because it will pay off, and it did.

I saw a cute little tuxedo cat, and really wanted it, she looked like she might have kittens nearby so I might go snag one. There's a John boat behind a gas station near a putrid retention pond where I saw the cat and no one seems to have claimed it, and I'm hypothetically planning on hypothetically acquisitioning it by hypothetically using a drone with thermal imaging, a hypothetical handheld, homemade EMP for hypothetical trail cams, and your mom's grotesque fatbody to distract the local police while I hypothetically drag a fucking 12 foot John boat through the woods. The plans were laid long ago and the die is cast... but only hypothetically.

I got some cinder blocks from a neighbor so I can build a stove, threw out 3 month old trash, and borrowed a ladder.

Pretty progressive day tbh.

AND COME ON DOWN (Or up, if you're in South Florida!) AND HELP STOP EVIL MONOCROPPING AND MASS COMMERCIAL AGRICULTURE BY VOLUNTEERING!