For a trusteeless, undischarged and massively indebted bankrupt ($120K+ owed to me and climbing) currently on the run from an indeterminate number of pursuers, process servers, government agencies and sheriffs, Lloydminster's Patrick "Smash That Thing In My Really Stupid Face" Ross seems to be living quite well, blowing through whatever inheritance he thinks he's going to hang onto after the courts (and me) eventually catch up with him.
In any event, my confidential informants are doing a bang-up job keeping me current on Patrick's ongoing cultural travels and culinary abominations. As it were.
P.S. Remember, ladies ... he's single. One line. No pushing.
P.P.S. It just occurred to me that, despite Patrick's constant photos of concerts, rodeos, fights and greaseburgers, he has not to my knowledge posted a single pic recently that suggests he has an actual home; there is no visual evidence of Patrick ever preparing a home-cooked meal, for example.
Perhaps that's just Patrick being cautious about not giving away where he lives. Or it could be that he actually has no real home and spends all of his time on the road, either working or stuffing his face with 8,000 calories a day at whatever diner he runs across.
It would be sad if he didn't so thoroughly deserve it.
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