CharlieCroker - I once opened up about my substance usage and an attempt was made to publicly shame me about it.

But let's talk about you:

"Bradley_Jackson What I should and shouldn't do is of no concern to you, I was also learn to read what is presented in the context it is presented in, for I see no critism there just a fact."

That which is highlighted in bold literally makes no sense.  Could you re-phrase it please?

Bradley_Jackson Let me clear up that little error for you

I would also learn to read what is presented in the context it is presented in, for I see no critism there just a fact.

Now do you understand? or do you need help to comphrehend it's meaning.

CharlieCroker - "hey that's their choice however flawed that decision was."

Are you saying that describing Tyrion and Maverick's decisions as flawed is not a critique? 

Bradley_Jackson No it's a clear observation as I said their choice, one which I am sure them themselves would regret seeing as you generally come to completely the wrong end of what they have said in the first place, for example implying Tyrion implied Dr_Satan had been demoted as punishment.

Quite frankly being replaced in a hand position can be for many reasons other than punishment, also what the reasoning behind it has to do with you is beyond me in the first place their business is just that theirs.

CharlieCroker - I can see your point.  But I do have to say, I have been fair with the interviews.

I just wish the Streets loved me as much as I love them, sometimes.  

LG chews on a piece of old beef jerky he found in the streets. Perched on the back of a city bench, he swings his legs gaily and mutters.

"Something something feeding trolls."

He swiftly loses his balance, falls backward  onto the concrete and renders himself unconscious for the remainder of the interaction.

Amelia rushed to the streets as soon as she heard the news, her heels clicking furiously on the pavement, arms pumping back and forth. The glorious mane of hair that she had flying behind her as she practically soared freely towards where the strange homeless man with the Beef-Jerky had been standing. Amelia could see him, in the distance. Her heart skipped a beat, which was the excitement of this moment long last or a heart-attack from this frantic sprint towards her destination. Amelia starts shrieking, her voice echoing off the buildings, cracking sounds are heard from the less than brilliant glass work in the lesser buildings. "ITSSSSSSSSS WOOOOORRRRKINGGGG!" Amelia said before the dainty toe of her shoe caught on what she hoped was a rock, and not the unconscious LG8 's leg, and she went flying forward ass over teakettle. 

Quickly looking around she got to her feet, grimacing at the pain and sting from the wounds and her own clumsiness. Trying her hardest not to limp over to the body, she nudged it with her foot. "Mister," Amelia said in a hiss, leaning closer to him. No, the man was out. But it didn't matter, it was working. She quickly scooped down to snatch the beef jerky from his clutches, at his age he didn't need red-meat. And pretending nothing untold had happened, hobbled and/or briskly walked with purpose towards someplace that was less public to tend to her rather spectacular road-rash from her, funnily enough, rash decision to go for a morning race on the street.