A message to an Officer

   "When exactly?", was a question asked by one of the Police stations I follow, without looking it up right now I couldn't tell You which one it was. Let's start from the beginning. 1980 was when it all started. As I have said it was odd the way it all was set up. It was on a Friday after work, when I got out of the shower there was a knock on the door. Freda Mares was there and asked if I wanted to buy some acid. I had never done any before and didn't understand what the side effects were, so I bought it. The one thing I never mentioned was that the main door to the apartments was a locked entry, You had to buzz People in. This happened two weekends in a row too. Another thing is that in order to place the music They had set up They had to have a key to My apartment.You really need to listen to Rushes 2112 to truly understand what the music has potential of doing to a young mind. Soon after, while not even knowing how to play an instrument, I was asked to join a Band. I could never claim to be too bright in the first place, but Friends of Thiers kept pushing the junk My way, for years to come I did a lot of acid. I want Kids today to realize the danger of drugs so bad I can't stand it, do You Kids really want to mess Your lives up? Hell no You don't! Grow up now before it's too late for You. I remember in school how the Teachers told Us about the side effects but I was one of those that didn't think it would be all that bad, I was a Moron. I realize that the only thing that can come out of all of that is maybe a lawsuit for damages. What really pisses Me off is how these arrogant Boys can screw with Me on the Television. I hear a lot of You laughing at that and not believing what I say, I play no games. My life is a purposely destroyed one by the hands of People I thought were My Friends. I shit You not when I say that I had a tent pitched in Austin Texas a few years back when I was playing My guitar and Somebody starts calling My name, "Kelly! Kelly! Kelly!", He yelled this while I watched Him and His dog looking for Me. These Fools must have a trail on the computer to follow. But no, I am a Loser and Nobody helps one of those out. Bullshit! Take these People to jail before I lose what cool I have and shoot a piece of shit for what They have done and what it is that They continually get away with. Now! Son of a Bitch I hate these People. I have a good question for You, why did Homer Simpsons yell My name when He was looking for His Wife Marge? Very interesting. That was exactly how it went down in the woods. Jon Pierson knew exactly where I was camped out too. I also told Him after I realized what had happened to say Eeeah for Me. They did just exactly that. If You were to look into this Kid in Pflugerville Texas You may find a trail leading to these Jokers, Jon Pierson is in it up to His neck. Have a good day.

Did He have to say that?

   Good Fucking God, People are pieces of trash. Here I am working away when  a young Man from another company comes along. Real nice Guy too. He is talking to the Boss about how things are going When I hear Larry the Owner of the company tell Him, "He's an Idiot.". You may have felt some pain in Your lifetime, but I doubt if You have felt what I felt. After I quit I went and found a place to sit and drink a beer, I doubt if I'd be here right now if it weren't for the holster idea We came up with, I still feel bad inside but yesterday I really wanted to end this charade known as My life. I woke up twice last night and puked, it may be nerves getting the best of Me. You Fucking People in this World really think Your Fucking cute don't You? You sorry ass Mother Fuckers Who think You're better then some Kid. How many times does a Guy have to get stepped on? Good Fucking God! You People push some sorry Bastard until He hates life so bad He walks in with a gun and kills Everybody in sight. And then You wonder why. Get a Fucking grip! I was feeling so damn good about life, feelings I have never really experienced before, because I know I have a good thing going. But then some Punk ass Mother Fucking Jackass opens His mouth and makes You feel so bad inside You want to kill Yourself. And I still write hoping for justice, what a joke. Fuck all of You is My attitude. People want You sorry Assholes dead for a reason, Your shit does stink Son. I'll be damned lucky if I don't kill some Asshole in My life. So have a wonderful Fucking weekend.

Good tidings

   I guess I've been playing My cards right for a change. The Old Man came up with a holster sewn into the boot. I can tell You this d because We have already talked to a Lawyer and He sent Us to the University of Wyoming where They do all the homework for Residents for free. After that We'll be ready to present it to the patent office, thus having what is known as a patent pending pretty much. It should sell in this day and age. One reason I say this is because I really cannot continue to go on with this crap. And if We win like I think We're about to I sure as Hell aint gonna be crying over My life anymore. Once I can say I'm set up well enough to support a Woman I'd really be screwy to sit here and do this junk. One thing I do know about patents is that They will not give one to an insane Person. The closest I have been to being totally out of My mind was around eighteen years ago, My anger was driving Me mad by being around certain types of People, the American youth. I too have issues with the changes in life, but I see a different World then most. Remember I was the Kid walking through life like Jim Carrey in Truman. And Richard Pattison is the One that altered My way of thinking while on drugs People. I mentioned before when He said, "When You think of People They think of You.", He called it Karma, I had never heard the word before. Richard didn't show up and say this until I was already tripping real good though, real smooth this one. I refuse to quit I'ma tellin' Ya now either, if We strike paydirt I will most definitely have a Lawyer and a Private Eye investigating these People, Fox take note, and I will bring Them down legally. Poor People do whatever They can to survive, that is what You have read here was an attempt to survive in a harsh World that took a crap on a little Kid and kept stepping on Him. My next copyrighted music will be Broken Mirrors. The Group name I would go for would be the Wayward Boys. I shit You not, Our band would have went far if They would have left Me alone. I see what They saw then, I would realize what it is They were up to and got pissed. Richard? I like Karma too. But I like the other kind that creeps up and bites You in the Ass. And You know that with Billy Hanson on the drums We were to step up pretty good with the songs I wrote even in the eighties. Richards a fair hand on the lead guitar and I blew Jon Piersons mind playing it while They had Me tripping some more. Talent would not have been an issue, and with Richard as the frontman We were going to get noticed.  "Fuck Kelly! We win He loses! Deal?", I can hear Them now. Well like I said this is nearing an absolute finish. When People say it helps to get it off Your chest believe Them. Have a great Night and buy Our boots, Kelly.

Damn!

   Ya! Damn! What the heck anyways? Seems as if Nobody gives a shit anyhow.

The McGill Kid!

   Boo!!!!!!! (A pause) I see I don't scare Anyone, I never really did honestly. Honesty? Good God Fella! You said You'd never be a casual drinker. Which in fact is what I am presently attempting to be. Dammit Man! A night alone aint fun, and when You need to socialize it is easier with a loose tounge. As of late, I have been experiencing the presence of women in My little town, and not Bar Flies either. I am a Coward I state here and now. Boy, what is Your problem? You would ask this of Me, timing is very important  for a Dumb Kid. Today if I would have turned around and went to the garage sale , next to Sheila's house of course, after a young Gal waved at Me I would have met a nice Person I can tell, I Chickened out. You must understand that Riverton Wyoming is a small town and I may see Her again, I know it's a poor excuse. That is how Me and Miss Griffin met You know? We ran into each other before long. That thinking also killed My life after Nancy, I felt I would see Her again. Another occurance was when I went to a street dance here, this was maybe a month ago. A heavy set Woman was there with a Gal I went to school with, Bah! I mentioned Her. I believe I said something about how She quizzed Me on My relations in life @ the class reunion, well this Girl at the dance, and I do not mean disrespect here, had a Booty the size of.... I saw a face there Folks. What took My heart was the way in which She sat there when I looked Her way, She was a bit jumpy. I knew right away that this Young Woman would be a perfect match for Me. My mistake was not following through with My first thought and getting the food They were serving and sitting on the open spot on the other side of Her. Hell I didn't really feel it appropriate to approach Her then to be truthful. Ah Ha! The Kid is an Idiot! Well not totally, I can contact Her through Sandy. Facebook is where I am thinking. If I tell Her I'm near broke but I owe $250. on a '97 G.M.C. 4x4 Pickup, plus I have a job that could turn into a regular job, tough Son of a Bitch too, and I like Her style, the God's honest truth, I might have a chance. I know what I would tell a Woman about My Pals, 'If I ever say These are the Guys' just get back.', You could not, and a Man would not, hide from her what She has in front of Her. Wow! Women are looking at Me? I'm sure glad it's a small town, it might work for Me. You never know as They say. As far as Our prototype it's done. We have a phone conference with a patent Lawyer Tuesday, awaiting His opinion on Our gig. That would be fantastic, wind up wealthy and find companionship with a young Woman all at the same time. I'm trying to find the Gutts to get a hold of Sandy, We're talking about a nice Girl here, I can see Her as She is. A Keeper as They say. So what's keeping You Boy? Hell look at Me, I'm an Outcast. We'll see, I can definitely say, Kelly.

Dad? Well done Sir!