LIKE THE TRAIN CONSTANTLY MOVING, BEHIND THE STATIONARY TRAIN IN FRONT, LANTERN HOUSE, WAS IN A CONSTANT STATE OF FLUX, TOO!
- changing out of the guards, from normal staff, like, 7'2" gentle giant, Tiny, to old time sheriffs and cops! With the cops, came changes in the normal activities, of the center, from sleeping, to parking your shit! from showers, to leaving, your property, out of your !control, and in the control of staff, now cops, to search, seize, and rifle through at will! from, princess beds of blankets, to fight the cool, to one blanket, and a cold floor to lay on, after, 4 or 5 hours out in the cold! I'm sure that, this was done by cops, to make my stay as miserable, as possible, so either I would not stay, or because payback is a bitch! Now someone is messing with my spacing, and refusing, to allow me control over my own blog, of course, so they can take care of business, just lying in the sun! It is called theft. Now that I can't write this blog the way, I want, a good one, I will just do the best I can without spacing, bullets, and, control! Text intensive! Scream! So, 3rd, husband, Brett Todd Stuart or Stewart, was there, thinking, I didn't, recognize him, and during our conversation, he, sang, about, him being me and me him, or us, them, and them, me or us! He referred to his mansion, and said he was not going to be able to stay long, because, he worried about the butler, stealing, his sterling silver, and then he said, he would rather, the butler steal MY sterling silver! I met a dude from, Florida, who said, that, Brett, knew all this shit about him? Brett said he was moving to some place in Oregon, something like, Victorville or something, but if his roommate situation, doesn't work out, he wanted this dude to go with him . . . Florida, boy, with, few teeth, said, his family was from that area of Oregon, and he wondered how Brett knew, that? He said, Brett seemed to have it out for him, maybe, because, I had been looking at him . . . great bod, but, when, I saw his teeth? Ah, no. I can be shallow too! But, then, he said, that, Brett indicated that he was, a billionaire. The dude, said, I think, this guy is a billionaire or something . . . he is, on MY MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!! So, everything, I surmised, from his own, words is true! So tell me, how, a dude who worked at, a whey factory, or even a cop, got to be a billionaire? I can show, how, I made money, from my multi-million dollar cases, to my hobby lobby, to the water compact, to the billion dollar blog! Can, he show his steps to fame and success? Only though, making Kay, or Shelley, or Rachel, Sue, and all the chicks, me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now someone is blocking me from, doing my signature, style of writing, by blocking my use of bullets, and, leaving big spaces, between, the different parts of this blog, that I wanted, connected . . . so go way down, there are large spaces of nothing, before you come to the lyrics of the song, and the !, will have a hard time, putting in, the two events that I was going down, just sitting there looking or people watching! Sorry this is so, mashed together . . . okay, so here, we go, I think this was, Friday, after lunch, Brett went and hung, some red or orange, panties, on the cages, near where he was sitting, then turned to me, knowing, I had ratted him out, in my blog, I last posted, being blocked the second time, I attempted to write . . . but he put the panties up, then, turned to me, and, put his hands, about the width of my ass, like, what's a boy to do, take, the tiny ass, pancake butt, Kay, or, me . . . I should have done a slick willy, over my head, and, said, what's a girl suppose to do, take the Friar Tuck, look, from, Robin Hood, or some, full headed haired man? or held my hand, 6 inches, indicating the size of his dick, and them made my hands 9 inches, and hunched up my shoulders, like, what's a gal suppose to do! Kay is old and burned out, being ass-fucked by all the cops and their buddies! The price of staying on top? So, there were, about, four guys around Brett, his fag friends, then, in the next pod of people, there was a dude, wearing a bright red, shirt, with, blue, Everlast, on it, some blond, chick, with a Union Pacific, black and white lettering, on her jacket, the toothless dude from, Florida, wearing, a gray and red, flannel, shirt, hoodie over his head, and some other person, I didn't note . . . after awhile, the foursome, got up and left, and it looked like someone, dropped off a large baggie of weed, that someone told me was, tobacco? I am guessing, weed, or, they made it look like it was weed, but, I believe, they left behind, two, almost, file, size, lunch, pails, or, two thermos, looking, containers, with, handles . . . they just left them on the table, unguarded, and, with, well, nobody, watching it that I could tell? Then, minutes later, some dude, comes in the exit door, from the kitchen, out to the north side of the building, but the interesting thing is that, someone had to let him in! there is not handle to get in from that side, so going in the out only door! He looked, easy, DEA, saw me watching him, also watching the two satchels, on the table, so he walked over to the cages with clothes, and pretended to be looking through the offerings of clothing, just for a second, to make me think he was legitimately there, then, he headed for the deposit, or cash, I believe, was used to pay the dirty cops, involved in the stink ops on me! He grabs them, then, let's go, looks at me and runs out the door. The color that stands out to me, was he was wearing, tan and gold, browns, a bit scruffy looking to fit in, but, a generally good looking guy. I am sure they pay, in cash only! He may be a direct link, to Shelley, and Kay, or the chicks with MY MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That took place, in the kitchen, right at 4:37 pm, I believe, on either, Thursday or Friday, probably, Thursday, because, the next, drug deal, took place at between, 1:00 pm, and 1:30 pm, the following day, or Friday. This took place after lunch, out by the gazebo, this is the chain, of characters are I recall . . . (1) this tall blond, with a light blue jacket and I believe, staff credentials, came walking over by the benches were I was sitting; (2) some dark haired chick, whom, I thought, might be an agent, nicer dressed than most of the girls, with a boyfriend, looking more like she was going skiing, hat, came up and, hugged, the tall blond, she was a dark haired, 25ish chick; (3) then, some, Hispanic, dude, wearing, I thought, a blue knit hat, and gold, sweater, met the guy in the blue jacket, but it seemed like there was a decoy, another Hispanic, wearing, the opposite, gold knit hat, with a blue sweater, created, confusion: (4) he passes off, or hands off, to a dude, who, I was pretty sure was DEA, some dude who tried to pick up on me, said he was out of prison, worked with the Mexican drug cartel, always, changing clothes, mixing and matching, but, seemed to follow me, first night, show up in the lines, waiting to go to bed, he seemed to be someone with, connections, being everywhere and, anywhere, helping, shovel garbage when, I waited for the bus, or helping some old lady with her stuff, but everywhere, even followed me, when, I walked to the Common Sense, gas station, until I told him, I was not interested! But, he seemed to be the mull that intercepted the drugs, and took off to the back, of the building with the playground! (5) dude with the light blue jacket, walked, the other direction to the parking lot, going to the street? (6) now this was a strange part, about, an hour later, I was, at the building with the showers, off the main office, sitting on a rock, when, the tall blond dude, with the light blue jacket, came rushing past me, in a hurry, looking like he had a black eye? then, staff came rushing out, looking for him and asked me if I saw him, but he was gone so fast, that, I couldn't tell them what way he went . . . leading me to believe, he might not have been staff, but took someone's id, used it to pass the drugs, then, returned it? THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT . . . WHAT APPEARS TO BE NOTHING GOING ON, LIKE THE TRAIN, BLOCKING THE VIEW OF THE TRAIN BEHIND IT, THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING MOVING, GOING, CHANGING HANDS, BEING PASSED, SO I WATCHED, FOR WHO WAS WITH WHOM, AND WHO TALKED TO WHOM, OR DIDN'T TALK TO WHOM, GROUPINGS, PAIRINGS, EXT
- this blog is so messed up, but, I laid there this morning and remembered, I forgot, part of my intended blog, connected with, seeing drug deals go down, or the passing of money for bribes! There was an episode of DATELINE, on the HUNTING OF EL CHAPO, one of the world's largest drug dealers, if not the largest . . . there was one DEA agent, didn't get his name, but, all the other agents, on both the Mexican and American sides, were impressed with El Chapo's, vast fortune, his wives and children, his mansions, and safe houses, planes, boats, and extensive drug trade, bubutthey they were impressed by his creativity
Takin' Care of Business
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There's a whistle up above and people pushin', people shovin'
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time, you can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed, look at me I'm self-employed
I love to work at nothing all dayAnd I'll be taking care of business (every day)
Taking care of business (every way)
I've been taking care of business (it's all mine)
Taking care of business and working overtime, work outIf it were easy as fishin' you could be a musician
If you could make sounds loud or mellow
Get a second-hand guitar, chances are you'll go far
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows
People see you having fun just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It's the work that we avoid, and we're all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all dayAnd we be taking care of business (every day)
Taking care of business (every way)
We be been taking care of business (it's all mine)
Taking care of business and working overtimeMercy
Whoo
All rightTake good care of my business
When I'm away, every day
WhooYou get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There's a whistle up above and people pushin', people shovin'
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time, you can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed, look at me I'm self-employed
I love to work at nothing all dayAnd I be taking care of business (every day)
Taking care of business (every way)
I've been taking care of business (it's all mine)
Taking care of business and working overtime, take careTakin' care of business, whoo
Takin' care of business
Takin' care of business
Takin' care of business
Takin' care of business (every day)
Takin' care of business (every way)
Takin' care of business (it's all mine)
Takin' care of business and working overtime, whooTakin' care of business
Takin' care of business
We be takin' care of business
We be takin' care of business
Takin' care of business
Takin' care of business
Takin' care of businessFor non-commercial use only.- priceless picture on the cover of GRANDMOTHER AND THE PRIESTS, by Taylor Caldwell, of four very tall priests in black robes, standing over a glamorous wicked widow . . . eleven extraordinary men of God who told wonderful stories is a dazzling tapestry of adventure and powerful human drama. These priests are not of the normal stature and physique of what we normally attribute to men of God now days, but they were men of poor upbringing, men of vigor and strength, back in the day . . . and you are a trusted informant, nonlinear junction detector, fumigating . . . He may be as protective about his family life, no doubt. A Greek would kill to protect the honor of his family, even if in private he didn't care for them. But business is survival. Its secrets are fiercely kept, whereas family secrets are taken for granted to be unavoidable gossip, as long as no one dares to repeat the gossip in front of the lord of the household. "Ignorance is your protection."
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