"I know from personal experience. Back then, I had to use my home address on my public access television submissions. Four guys kicked the door in, beat the crap out of me, there were witnesses who identified the perpetrators, detective shrugged and…"
"I would be remiss to not say that everyone should be careful with their personal info. In particular, their home address, their personal telephone number and main email addy. Especially in the political climate today. There are plenty of nuts out…"
I hope so, Tara; she had a really ROUGH run this last time around! If you know how to contact her family - (I think she had a daughter named kelly") - I'd appreciate your putting them in touch with me or vice versa. There are. or were, two treasured gifts I had left there for a time, one for him to repair, and one for her to play with (a night vision scope) I'd like to recover. My stepson wants his grandfather's guitar (that's the other thing). I hope this doesn't sound crass, or off or something. I'm going to MISS those two, dammit! Our music just FIT together, too You know? That's an unusual kind of thing in music, but it felt like we'd been playing the same kinds of things together for decades. It would've been a great gig!
It seems the so-called "elites" just casually run over the innocent and guilty alike and never even notice. The loss of Liz and Pat/Jake/John is the kind of loss this world feels in its heart - which is doubtless why the "elites" don't notice; they don't HAVE a heart between ALL of them, taken together! Well, BE well, and drop me a line now and then!
Liz had been saturated in the new Denver with an unidentified, apparently unidentifiable mold that almost killed her. She ended up hyper-sensitive to artificial substances like air fresheners, you-name-it. She couldn't eat GMOs, anything with preservatives, etc. Recently (a few months ago) she was unknowingly exposed to an air freshener that had soaked into the seat material right by her face in John Ryan's truck, and she became irrational. Her friends and family got her home, but John HAD to work (he was a truck driver) so they could have a place to live. He was going to do some repair work on a rather special, old guitar of mine - a Harmony hollow-body electric - that had belonged to my late wife's father, and I had loaned them a night-vision scope in a woven vinyl case. Well, suddenly we lost touch.
John and Liz both stopped calling, then their phones were shut off. I finally, just 2 days ago, managed to make it over to their trailer, and it was empty. Some neighbors informed me that Liz's family had shown up with a trailer, emptied the place out and left. The story is that Liz shot and killed John while he slept, then shot and killed herself. I've had some trouble with money and other things and hadn't been able to make it over until just a couple of days ago. I'd been trying to help out, but not enough, apparently.
If anyone from their families would contact me I'd very much appreciate it. My email is firstname.lastname@example.org
Liz and John, it was a hellofa time to check out, dammit! We'll meet again, though. Love to you both; sorry we missed each other this time around!