The Art of Oppression

 Never once did anyone try to help me overcome the challenges that led them to make decisions on my behalf.  None of them were complaining when I was supporting my mom. In fact everyone was impressed with how good a job I was doing. Now, it wasn't good enough? 

Casey was the head of EON since it's inception. I can prove I did volunteer there briefly, but I came to that program as a participant and they abused my information all over the place. 

Casey got mad because I wasn't supposed to leave the Expedition up there. She told me to pick up her brother's friends in Gilbert. On fox run trail or some such street, but she didn't tell me where to take them or what to do with them.

I was only up there for a few minutes before Ryan's mom showed up and he asked her to give me a ride back to Fourth Avenue. They had me park in the garage so I just assumed I was supposed to leave it there. 

Honestly, I was expecting to get paid for giving up my afternoon and making the trip to pick up her brother's friends. Instead, she got so mad, she couldn't even talk to me about. 

I heard one of the boys talking about pulling a piano on someone by moving their vehicle while they were in the store, but thought nothing of it.