100 2178

(a.k.a 100 2178.MOV) is a video in which Chris, lonely and lost at the bottom of a depression-well, reflects on the state of his life. He made this video after coming home alone from an EXTREME ACTION SPORTS show for which he had won four tickets from a radio call-in contest. He could not find anyone else to go with him, even after he called the members of his Church's Young Adult Social Group, so he was forced to scalp the tickets in front of the stadium and then sit alone in the bleachers beside a "lovey-dovey couple" while handsomer, happier, less autistic men did flips on motorcycles for the roaring crowd.

This situation causes Chris to do an introspection of his life, or at the very least complain about the latest faults that have occurred since he and Jackie broke apart.

For some odd reason, Chris blames the city of Charlottesville, along with Albemarle County and Greene County for being stuck in his "autistic shell" and wishes they, Michael Snyder, and the trolls would go to hell for playing Kick the Autistic.

Also strangely, Chris's PS3 was turned off while he made this video.

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Stardate	08 May 2010
Performance Style	Tragedy
Shirt	Obscured
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[Chris sits in the dark in front of his TV, which is turned off. He is visible only in silhouette. A fan hums in the background.]

This is Christian Weston Chandler, alias Christopher Weston Chandler, pre 1990-something. Anyway, I send this message to all the people who were of the Greene County School Board and such during the 1990s because threatening to put me in a mental institution, that was pretty much why we had to run away... and move to Chesterfield County, and I had better life over there! I had a lo-- I had so many friends over there, in High School, and I was just sad to leave, after I graduated, 'cause I had to leave all my friends. I had the good life. But we were forced to move back here.

You people of Greene County, you could not have left us, left me and my family alone. You had to go and pay off the realtors just so, so that this house here could not have been sold. 'Cause if it had been sold, we would have been able to stay in Chesterfield County [sigh] and I would have been ha-- I would have had a lot-- a happier life over there, than right now and how I'm feeling. If, right now, because we ha-- we were _forced_ to move back here because of you God-damn people who were afraid of Autistic individuals.

[sigh]

You individuals would know who you are. I wish my family and I did not have to move back here. I wish we could have stayed in Chesterfield County, 'cause I had the better life there. And we were doing well, but you had to drag us down! You had to make us unable to sell our house here. You had to-- force my family to move back here, where I was OK and I have a couple of friends, and I'm better off with-- [Voice cracks, shakes arm to gesture at room.] stuff.

That stuff is no good if I don't have, if I don't have many friends to share it with.

[Chokes back tears.]

And it all just went downhill. I bet, even Greene County had something to do, with influencing that God-damn Michel Snyder to see f-- to see any... recourse... or... anything like that to make him pretend to have a reason to kick me out, quote-unquote "scaaaaring his customers away!" You GOD-DAMN, GREEDY SNYDER!

I was at the John Paul Jones Arena earlier tonight, at the Extreme Action Sports. I had won four tickets the previous Friday, Friday of the last week, from 95.1. The few friends I have here could have have come - could not come with me, and I could not even find anyone in the congregation to take-- to come with me. 'Cause I misplaced directory for one reason. And even with the help of my pastoral counselor to get in contact with them, they did not -- none of them called me back!

And I had to sell tickets I had, and I had to sit with next to a lovey-dovey couple. [voice begins to crack] Which, that was OK, you know, I was trying to be... good, I was trying to be good friend, you know, [cleans ear with finger?] sociable. *sigh* But still, if that was-- If I had stayed in Chesterfield County, and I would- and I had a similar situation for an event there, I would definitely have had my friends I had there. Moving back here, it just dragged me down-hill. So I tell you what, Greene County, because you saw fit to make, to make me and my family have to move back here, just to make me sad, and move more into my Autistic Shell: You Did It.

If I had stayed in Chesterfield County, I'd have been a whole lot better off. I wish you ha- I wish you have left us our house here; we could have stayed there. I wish wish we did not have to move back to *sigh* I wish we did not have to move back here nearly ten years ago.

Laugh all you want, trolls! Because I don't give a damn. You're all just immature, naive, condescending, soulless monsters. You don't care about others, you only care about yourselves. You only care about getting your own laughs and kicks, because you don't, you don't have your own social life! You threaten me from ha- from trying to seek one of my own, by scaring me on the Internet and whatnot.

Including Clyde Cash, you can all go to hell. And all da people who were on the Greene County School Board during the 1990s that forced us to have to move back here, sit and spin.

Hell. And Michel Snyder, I hope you go to Hell too.

As for everybody else...Peace.