March 25th, 2011

   Four years? I wish I could as They say turn the clock back and rearrange My Life, but impossibilities are reality. Pain and confusion is actually what I have lived with since the early eighties. A Child on this Planet is all. I want to say more then I will accomplish here Tonight, but see no real sense in it. I shut off My internet connection Today because They jumped My bill to $20. more. In America You don't even need service, even Here in Wyoming I can go drink coffee and get on here. I'd rather live a different Life then the one I have been. "It's sucks being You!", is a common saying here In America.

Money does talk I see.

   The only thing I can figure is that these People actually are paying some Mucky Muck off. "Richard Pattison, Killeen Texas!", among the other shows proves Their guilt, but yet I am left holding the bag? Grow the Fuck up and press charges.

A Bitch of a Life.

   I learned the words, "Open Your mind.", at an early age. These are dangerous words to Me. They may mean, become a Terrorist, We're Queer it's alright or many other factions in America's crazy scene Today.  My main objective while writing this crap is exactly that, to open Your minds. I do admit that it never started out that way really, but now I seek another venue. Kid's Today are so lost it seems unfixable. I pray for the opposite. Murders, Rapes and Child molestation are heard of daily. I understand that with a large Population this is going to be abundant, but still unacceptable. I sure as Hell hope a Human Being is reading this and contemplating such activity. Being such I am asking You to grasp Your Life. If You are lost beyond a point where You have no self control kill Yourselves. Me? I would have if need be. I have had My own uncontrolled reactions in Life. I see right through You Folks when I say that I You look at this. I understand a Normal mind Folks. I never had mental issues until My Pals made sure I was stoned out of My Gourd, just shocked at a few things.

He was just a Dummy!!!

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Son of a Gun

   Myself? I would much rather be talking about Guacamole. You take Your Avocodoes, spelled wrong, and mash 'em together. Then add a splash of Pace Picante, instant hit. Another hit? Ranch style beans with Your Favorite meat, of course Pace again, instant chili. Two years of cooking school paid off. I am one that came up with Mac and cheese with picante, and never received a check. A Chef? Nah, I'm a retarded Kid that was taken advantage of. If I were a Cop?

Not a Winner

    I beat all Tonight. Try to use Your bifocal sunglasses for this crap. Forget it.

I said it, that means it is fact.

   My gllasses are in the truck. All I need to say before I recieve them are, Paul Velte.

Honesty

   Question My word and I will be a calm Human Being if Possible. "Are You calling Me a Liar?", is a bit more that a Clich'e, just be the right Person asking. If Bill or Richard asked? In the first place I have let it be known that either one would be snap kicked on site. I know the truth, I am not going to allow such Children try to explain. Liars are Liars Folks.

Law!

    If any of You are watching Me You already know, Again, I have contacted Gerry Spence on this matter Tonight.

No Games

   I sincerely want to live a productive Life. The sad thing is I was screwed up by My Pals. Hell I am the assistant Superintendent on a major Job, My question is, 'Where would I be if I were left alone?'.

The Kid won't quit!

   I have quit so many jobs in My Life over the span of thirty plus years. But to quit when You know You have Them dead to rights? They are for a fact screwing with My Life. Proof? Put this Boy to the test, I am begging You to. In a Court room with a Jury I would prove My case. I am as serious as I can be when I say I would demand no less then a Lie detector, and would go over board on My request for a chance to do anything that would make Me say the whole truth. I am a Life!!! These Cowardly Children deserve Time. I have been behind Bars, that feeling You get when You know there's no way out is not nice. Four months in Cheyenne Wyoming for supposedly hitting a Doctor? There is a perfect track of My journey since I started this. I am on film at the Playboy Mansion along with being allowed to walk through a scene of N.C.I.S. L.A. by Brain beach Santa Monica, the chess park next to muscle beach. I am as honest as a Human can be here and I was done wrong. People in America allow a lot of nonsense because of Their blind ways. People We are in reality as of this date on Earth in America at War. We are being infiltrated by Others wishing to kill Us. World War III would be needed in order to cleanse the Population. Children look back later Kids and see where They were so Green, it is amazing. At My age it does'nt take ten or thirty years to figure it out either. I still look at Old Gentlemen and see Myself, I lie to know one Not even Myself. Kelly.

Hell of a Life

   Mike Judge the Cartoonist lived at Reagon Hills in 1981, Right next on the same floor as Frannie, what's Her name? He was'nt around when the Playboy arrived But He sure made it big quick. I speak of a Playboy, I am positive all copies have been destroyed by now. I am sure that Hugh Himself may ave had a copy, but My personal one has long been lost after I started this. Again, I speak of this magazine actually doing this to My Life and I completely understand that it sounds made up. Proof is non existent and I am realizing it more and more daily. I seek justice for a crime that sounds like a fairy tale. My question is this, and I try to ask few when it comes to the World, 'Why are these Children fucking with Me?', pardon the French.

still tryin'

   This writing crap has crossed My mind a few times in the past week, I just did't want to gab about this sad sack of a Life. Once again I had some brilliant thing to say but forgot it by the time I warmed up the computer. I see Myself writing this crap and just hoping it works, dammit I hurt inside bad. I am the biggest Loser, and I do not exaggerate. Sheila, Nancy and a horde of nameless Girls along the way did a number on this little Kid for one thing, but the assistance of My old Pals in helping Me become a Musician left a Kid wandering through Life. I see The scam these People acted out clearly now. I say no lies when I say that in the mid eighties I was a messed up Kid. It never failed that drugs just happened along, and Me already being a bit fried? They achieved Their objective. Richard Pattison and William "Bill" Rowley are the reason I live as I do.