CHRONOLOGICAL LIST OF ATM'S, STARTING, ON THURSDAY, BECAUSE A FRIEND, TOLD ME HE GOT PAID ON THE FIRST! BUT, THESE ARE JUST A FEW, FROM LAST NIGHT, AND I TRIED ABOUT THREE TIMES AT EACH MACHINE! FUCK?
TRITON, WORDEN'S MARKET, 6/2/2017, 7:56:58 AM
TRITON, WORDEN'S MARKET, 6/2/2017, 10:04:16 AM
CB'S, 6/3/2017, I PROBABLY STARTED, EARLY, LIKE 11:45 AM, WENT, UNTIL ABOUT 12:15 AM, SEVERAL ATTEMPTS
OXFORD, 6/03/2017, 00:35:12, 00:36:44, 00:38:24 AM . . . GENERALLY POSTS, DEPENDING ON DAYLIGHT SAVINGS, SHORTLY AFTER 12:00 MIDNIGHT, OR 1:00 AM
BADLANDERS, 06/03/2017, 1:15:07 AM
BADLANDERS, 06/03/2017, 1:18:18 AM
RED'S BAR, 6/3/2017, 1:40:55 AM
MISSOULA FEDERAL CREDIT UNION, 6/03/17, 03:24 AM
CENEX ZIP TRIP #32, 6/3/2017, 4:37:44 AM
MAGIC DIAMOND CASINO, 6/3/2017, 4:49:12 AM
MAGIC DIAMOND CASINO, 6/3/2017, 7:55:45 AM
I ALSO DID, FRESH MARKET, THE BREAK, BOTH ON THE 2ND AND THE 3RD!
HINT, HINT, HINT!
I WENT TO WELLS FARGO, RIGHT THROUGH THE ALLEY FROM "RED'S" AND TO MY SURPRISE, THE 24 HOUR LOBBY, TO THE ATM WAS LOCKED! BLOCKING PICTURES OF ME, ON SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS . . . LONG, LONG, LONG HISTORY OF, WELLS FARGO, PLAYING DIRTY, FROM NEVER CLOSING, ACCOUNTS, IN ST. GEORGE, UTAH, TO SECRET ACCOUNTS, CHANGING, ON NUMBER, ON ACCOUNTS, TAKING THREE TIMES, ALLEGEDLY CLOSING MY ACCOUNTS, IN HELENA, TO, ME, SETTING UP AN ACCOUNT, AFTER SHELLEY, CLOSED MY WALMART MONEY CARD, THAT SHE NEVER WAS ABLE TO GET HER GRUBBY, SHIT ASS, HANDS ON, WITH THE MANAGER, ALLOWING HER TO BE ME, AS DID PAROWAN, UTAH, WHERE I SET UP MY EXECUTIVE ACCOUNT, IN ANTICIPATION OF MY MANY MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR ACCOUNTS! NOW, THIS ONE, THAT I CANCELED, WITHIN, 24 HOURS OF SETTING THE NEW ACCOUNT UP, BECAUSE, THEY "DECLINED" MY WITHDRAWAL, THE VERY NEXT DAY . . . RACED DOWN, TOOK ALL MY MONEY OUT OF THE ACCOUNT, AND SET UP THE "SOUND COMMUNITY BANK" ACCOUNT, THAT HAS BEEN FUCKED WITH, SINCE DAY ONE . . . IN BETWEEN THAT, I HAD SOCIAL SECURITY SEND, ME A CHECK THROUGH THE MAIL, AND POV. STAFF, TRIED TO INTERCEPT FOR SHELLEY OR RACHEL, OR KAY, BUT, SOME NEW GUY WAS ON STAFF! THAT IS WHERE THE SWITCH, MIX, MATCH, AND ATTACH, WENT . . . THAT COULD BE IN MY OLD ACCOUNTS, THAT STILL HAD A PROFILE, OR THE NEW ONE, THEY PROBABLY DIDN'T REALLY CLOSE, AND THAT, WAS, PROBABLY SET UP ON, LIKE FEBRUARY 3, 2017, AND CANCELLED, THE 4TH!
GET THIS FUCKING COP CUNT! I PUT WIND BENEATH HER WINGS, RIGHT, INTO AN ORANGE JUMPSUIT AND PRISON!
THIS IS MY GOD DAMNED, PROPERTY! SHELLEY, HAS BEEN TRYING TO STEAL THIS FOR 17 YEARS! SHE CAN'T BE ME WITHOUT IT . . . GUESS WHAT, YOU WILL NEVER BE ME, YOU SICK FUCK!
THE SONG, BY BETTE MEDDLER, "THE WINGS BENEATH MY WINGS" CAME ON, "YOU'RE EVERYTHING, I WISHED I COULD BE" . . . FUCK OFF, GET THE SHIT OUT OF MY LIFE . . . YOU AND ALL YOUR BITCHES AND BASTARDS, DISGUST ME TO NO END! YOU ARE PATHETIC, EXCUSES, FOR AN AMOEBA!
SOMEONE, WAS READING THE BOOK, "ADULT CHILDREN: THE SECRET TO DISFUNCTIONAL FAMILIES"
MINE IS THE CREAM OF THE CROP OF THE SICKO'S, PSYCHO'S, LOSERS, AND PATHETIC SOCIOPATHS! THE VERY SAD THING IS, YOU WOULD LIKE THEM, KIND OF LIKE, TRUMP, SAID OF KUSHNER, A GOOD MAN . . . NO, THESE PEOPLE ARE CRIMINALS, BANK ROBBERS, WOULD TAKE THE SHIRT OF YOUR BACK, YOUR BABIES, BACK, LICK MY BLOOD, OUT OF THE CRACKS IN THE SIDEWALK, AFTER KILLING ME!
I AM SURE, AS INVESTIGATORS, HOPEFULLY, CHECK INTO THIS BEFORE, I AM ACTUALLY, MURDERED, WILL, REALIZE WHO YOU ARE DEALING WITH, EDUCATED, CHARMING, PSYCHOPATHS! CRIME IS CRIME, THE LAW IS THE LAW, AND THERE ARE PRISONS FOR PEOPLE, LIKE THIS! THERE ARE NO, NORMAL FAMILIES, WHAT IS NORMAL, BUT THIS IS OFF THE CHARTS, SICK . . . YESTERDAY AT BREAKFAST, AT MISSOULA 3:16, A PREACHER, WAS TELLING THE STORY OF JOSEPH BEING SOLD INTO EGYPT . . . THAT WAS NOTHING MORE, THAT, JEALOUSY AND ENVY, ON THE PARTS OF HIS BROTHERS! SIMPLE!
THE GREEDY AND THE NEEDY!
I STILL CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE, THIS IS HAPPENING? GOOD GOD, FAMILY?
FUCK?
P.S., I am at the Break Espresso Café', and I am looking outside, and parked is a gold Taurus, with a silver fan, and a ball, that looks, like it could have been the fan, and what I thought was a koala bear, hugging the stem of the fan, that I saw on the Scion, or the short, snub, black, hatchback, Shelley and Pixie Chick, were in together, going somewhere, coming from Russell, in the turning lane, to turn, left, on Broadway, going west . . . they read this blog, and everything they read, or hear, they then, adjust, fix, change, so they are not implicated, in their crimes . . . the normalization of excess! Think, back channel communications! 24/7 contact, and surveillance, so they hear, all I say and do, so it is easy for them, to tell my stories, but, the details, would be foggy! Feel no pain! Oh, I forgot to put the license plate, just in case, they took, the fan and whatever it is, a ball, that could look, like a small bear, and put it on another car!