The disclaimer on my anonymous livejournal.com page said something to the effect of: should anyone help me get justice for any of these issues, I only hope that they have enough heart and decency to seek out the rightful owner and share the spoils. 

Much like with my life insurance policy, they devised a way to do what was asked, without letting me have a penny of it. Typical, basic Tucson mentality. I did not say the original owner, I said the rightful owner, me. 

My posts were anonymous, naming no one.

I took all four of you out to eat at Friendly's, when I was only 13 years old. Paid for with my money, that I earned. None of you had any money to chip in and I never asked you to repay me.  

181 Terrace Drive had a boy I'd never met in the four years we'd been living there.  I even made him go home and ask permission to come with us. Right next door, and I'd never even seen him once before. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Image
 Ryan was Paul Gardner's boyfriend, not me. He was Chris' best friend. Then came Gilbert, who, I picked up with Chris un Gilbert on Fox Run Trail at Chris Benda's house and brought to Ryan's house.  They were all fraternizing with participants, particularly, Levi. Yet, they pulled notebook after notebook on me for what Paul Gardner was guilty of.  I watched Elon's niece take a 5 dollar bottle of over the counter hydrosulphide or sodium tablets and carve 512 onto the face of each flat tablet. She explained that she only works one shift a month and throughout her shift she shorts each oxycodone by 2 pills, until she has enough to supply her girlfriend's boyfriend. Sometimes, with the oxycotin she just replaced them with with these harmless supplements.  At the Walmart Pharmacy. 
Read more
Image
 His was canary yellow. I never so much got to sit in it. He gave it to Kathy and we never saw it again. Before the gifting of it, he painted it green. Like a metallic green, because he liked the metallic blue Huffy I'd ridden so proudly.  He'd wanted Kathy to give it to her nephew. Her sister's son, not to Griffin, because Fred knew more than he let on.  I saw him waiting for her to say she'd decided I was worth it. I was the only one, withing thousands of miles graduating driver's Ed without a car and there was a reason Mil and Fred were outstanding parents to Jessica and Stephanie, they'd had practice with the boy who lived in four different households belonging to my family, not including theirs. I wonder, what was the straw that broke the camel's proverbial back??! Why had Kathy and Jim chose to hide the fact that they took him in last from only me?  Secrets beget lies of omission begets bigger, bolder lies. 
Read more