Friday, November 13, 2026

Chronicles of Twatrick: The legacy.

It's refreshing how many days can go by without my even thinking of undischarged bankrupt and massively-indebted Patrick "Super Nexus Quintuple Threat Chick Magnet Hellloooo Ladies" Ross, until his name comes up in conversation, whereupon I mutter, "Oh, the guy who was so proud of bragging about how he was suing me even as he failed to realize he bragged so much that he blew the deadline for moving his stupid lawsuit along and it was kicked to the curb for inordinate delay?"

That guy?

In any event, it would appear that Patrick did indeed lie to my former lawyer when he promised that, the instant his lawsuit was dismissed due to his laziness, Patrick would simply re-file it the very next day. Which, to no one's surprise, has not happened.

A life without Patrick Ross' regular annoyance and irritation is actually quite pleasant, which means that all I have to do is occasionally calculate how much more he owes me -- an amount increasing by several hundred dollars a month based on this ruling from several years ago:

 

 

Will I ever collect any of that? Possibly not, but I knew that was a possibility from the very beginning. I will simply get on with my life and let the meter run year after year, knowing that there is little chance Patrick will ever either get out of personal bankruptcy or pay off his massive debt to me. That's the legacy of the self-described "baddest d00d" on the Intertoobz.

In the meantime, I am always open to reports as to what Patrick is up to, and where he's doing it, and whether he's hanging around Casa Ross and living in the basement and so on. And there's one more issue that deserves mention given how long this dragged out.

Despite the fact that I am older than Patrick, I like to think I take pretty good care of myself while Patrick (based on his latest selfies) appears to be morbidly obese with a decidedly unhealthy pallor about him, so it's a distinct possibility that I might outlive him, at which time I would immediately file to seize his estate (likely consisting of a 25-year-old Ford Ranger and several replica UFC and WWE championship belts), so while this might sound morbid, if anyone suddenly hears that Patrick has kicked off due to heart disease or anything else associated with being 200 pounds overweight, drop me a note and I will get my lawyers right on that.

Until then, I recommend a Patrick-free lifestyle. It's delightfully relaxing.