A JOB!

  Wa-Hoo! If the World does'nt end by tomorrow I will be employed again. And I sure do hope 60 minutes or 48 hours gets My messages and looks at this silly ass blog of Mine. As for the rest of You out there that actually follow Me, I am glad to see so many that have stuck with Me. I lose followers and gain Them daily, I just hope that I enlightened Their lives in some way. Have a wonderful day, and wish Me luck on the job. Kelly. p.s. I tried to bum $0.50 for a soda and the Guy hired Me after We talked for a while, hallalueh.

Here!

   I just want to post that I am still here. I started towards Washington but decided I had better go east. Not only due to the fact that I felt I would actually commit murder if I ran into Mr. Rowley, another deciding factor was that it took Me nearly two weeks to hitchhike from L.A. to Sacramento. I landed in Reno but am heading out soon, not a thing happening here. North Dakota is supposed to be a hot spot for a roughneck, so I may start throwing a chain for a while. Talk to Ya later, Kelly McGill.

He is a Liar! And His name is Bill.

   Boy do I know how to raise cane with these People. I left this character a message thru facebook, and His reply We all can geuss on, What? Me? Yes Bill Rowley You and Richard Pattison are the Boys behind My troubles. I was set up with Rush, Pink Floyd, and the Palyboy. "I don't recall any Playboy.", Bill Rowley I do Son and I am not a loon. I want You to press charges on Me Boy, I want it to go to court. TRY ME SON!! Again People I am sorry for airing this in such a manner But I have no other choice except take the law into My own hands, prison is out of the question.

Old Freinds

   Well here I am, on a wonderfully beautiful day outside, and I am blogging to Whom so ever really gives a damn. I'll be going outside to walk around wishing I had a life here in a few minutes. "Quit Your crying!", I hear from You, but what the heck huh? I am only a mess of a life, it aint like it really matters to anyone. I have something to say here that has nothing to do with the bitch known as My life, even though it happened to Me. I have mentioned Nigerians and There wanting money in order to give Me money, well at first it was Interpol supposedly that contacted Me. I in turn wrote to the real Interpol. Now I am contacted by the F.B.I., and I recognized the email address so They are the real F.B.I., these Nigerians are in cahoots with the terrorist Folks. I am no Terrorist, I am an American that backs the military to the end. I wanted to fight these Assholes in the '80s Myself, right after the massacre in Beruit. I am wondering if the song I wrote right afterwards has something to do with all these countries like Lybia standing up for Themselves. I said before I gave a copy of My C.D. to Mike in Austin, Mike runs a non-profit web radio site called K.R.Z.Y., He said He plays everything given to Him without reveiwing it, so I know it was on the internet. One of My favorite verses in the song says, "Don't be afraid to look in Your own backyard, You just might not like what You see!", and I Myself can hear the anger in My voice when I listen to it. With that said I will end by saying that I am not quite finished with My fight People, justice will prevail in the end, I just have to find Someone with enough gutts to help Me. As of tommorow I will as I said before be on the road, I am going to hitchhike to Seattle, I read there is actually a shortage of blue collar workers there. Plus I've never been there, My song the Highway Man says it all, "I've been here and I've been there, I'm workin' on Everywhere....". C-Ya in the funny papers, and happy birthday Hal. Kelly McGill. p.s. Fuck Hugh!

Where's Kelly?

   I forgot to mention, I said I was leaving Santa Monica, I did I am fifty miles away wating on My monthly cash and then I leave.

Go Mavs!

   Just a reminder that I am still out here wanting to end the nonsense known as Richard Pattisons game. I hope to Hell it works, I contacted a county attorney where it all started, I would extridite the two of Them personally. Have a good one Folks, Kelly.

A good day indeed!

 What the hell, I just have to type once more. This is definately My final blog for a spell. I am starting out of here tomorrow and beginning a trip like I know probabaly none of You have ever been on, Me neither. I am going to hitchhike around for a while. I'll probabaly wind up in the mid west and find a job, or I might just keep on trucking, Who knows and Who cares. Depression is a bitch, and I gotta live with it. To all of You on facebook reading this from Riverton I must say I am truly sorry for babbling on, but People I do tell the truth. I am the victim of a serious crime and I cannot even get any help, a Moron is what I have lived as and I have to deal with it. I came out here to take care of Richard Pattison in a proper manner, but I have failed. I live in a city that hates the Vagrants, even the females walk by and say things to You. "Children can be so cruel.", is so true to life. "Get a Life!", Hell, I have one, it's just not as nice as the one You live. I really don't want to bring You Folks down, but read My blogs. Again go to Twitter and look Me up @BadElvis1. I refuse to lie to You, if I were to do so I could have charges pressed on Me in return. Children of the World I am serious when I say keep Your Goddamned asses away from Narcotics, and Parents You are as irresponsible as can be if You don't talk to Them. My Parents told Me very little in life, I did learn They are very cruel Their own damn selves. I can go on about My Childhood, but why? The best things that have happened in My life are bringing tears to My eyes as I write here, so I will finish with that. If any Cop worth His badge ever arrest Richard Pattison and Bill Rowley I will be amazed. And if They do give Me a call @ 512-300-9450. This is not a prank, and refrain from jestering Me by calling. Have a great life and keep Your heads together please. Sincerely Kelly McGill, A.K.A. BadElvis.