Sloozie gets a good night's sleep

Just a note to be watching for messages from Anderson's direction. I haven't heard from that fucking guy in 30 years; so I sent him a message how did I know everything i say to him doesn't go into becky's ear? i believe i said "the Oglesby girls."

Last time i saw him he was putting your mom and me out of his house on Derby St. A gloomy night. Did you hear how Oakland Co. Friend of the Court sent me your SSN's and addresses? I knew I had told you about the SSN's years ago; how they had them blacked out with magic marker so i held it up to a bulb and you could read right through it.  Hi-tech, ID theft and the internet





then i made a crack about the FOC being y'alls protectors then i come home and your phone# out i think i overdid it leaks like seive








foc judges they are nice but you get one of them officeshrews on the phone and your day is shot because they piss you off so, the first time i called back in 1983; this woman got on the phone and told me i should be digging ditches to put food in your belly, and i'm like i'm all for it, that threw her, she was probably used to hang ups with that line But i didn't play into her hands, they have lied to me, stole from me, my stimulus check went to your mom, judge told me that the court paper had Prince St. in Pontiac for Mom's, they had provided a ride to Pontiac and let me walk out the front door of the courthouse, my levis collapsing without lost belt cops—plus Hendrix and Doors cds; expensive girl's bike outside Toy R Us; across the street on the lawn at night listening to my walkman and didn't see them, my reward?

"Yeah you go home thief! No jail, We take care of evidence."

whatever you hear from Aunt Becky about me rently originates with Mark Anderson who proved he is still a rat. I knew he couldn't resist the SSN angle if he gossips with Becky, when since he'd already told me about Lindsay's wedding, and meeting you there, was a helluva lot more recent; the last i seen of any of them was when I went out to Southfield 1990 and gave Tom Anderson the $20.00 I borrowed from his Dad (did the old man see it at all?) Professor of Pharmacology next to Detroit Receiving; Gordon Scott Building; I got stranded and remembered he worked there went to his lab in the 8th grade and I was ready to ask. He had model parents-Leave it to Beaver parents, they may be photogenic too! When I really have to remember a fact thinking on my feet, i surprise myself how good i remember; like this dudes got shipped off to nursing home while i was out of town and i left my bicycle at his house and have spent three days so far tracking it. if 'george' doesn't call tomorrow i'm going over there and ask him 'where it is, man?' Over and over til he answers displaying snubnose .38 Smith and Wesson revolver, The Dragnet Detective gun; keep the brass off the deck

I wanted a loyalty test

Now your phone # different so I'm letting you know-

I'm me you think I'm still out to get someone for "doublecrossing" me; no just don't lie to me me; it always cracks me up, Lisa, Tommy's babies' Mama and Sheryl wanted their address unknown to the ex without ever meeting

And I don't know what's proper etiquette—apprpriate that's so value slanted implying the existence of a superior method;
you can go buy a book on ettiquette and they'll teach you how to eat with your knife the way you do with cornbread, so as to not be embarrassed abroad; What's appropriate takes a lifetime of study

When I heard that black lady Say your mom's name,  "Sheryl!" and "Jack—Town" in the same breath, it finally registered what a typical and dangerous set-up i was in, cops would close their notebooks after a blink and nosh until quitting time.

THERE IS ALWAYS THE EASY WAY OR THE HARD WAY

DON'T BE SMART WITH ME YOUNG LADY!!

A pouting face remained unchanged. I said, "Look, if y'all will make up we'll chalk it up."

Immediately all the young faces brightened.

sloozie asked tamara what went on?

tamara: you have a nasty mind

sloozie: hell girl we lost our cherry the same night to the same no account niggers, i don't ask you your business, and if you want to stay friends: don't talk to me like that.

tamara said It was jasmine, i's worried bout her 

sloozie, what is wrong with you? always someone else needs you, is it the Lord?

tamara since i got saved i don't know if i'm comin or goin

sloozie when you try and walk with the Lord your thinkin changes without you knowin or decidin

VETERAN'S DAY

southern transplants uprooted by the disruption of the agrarian way of life by Northern capital. The next plantation, the factory, operated on the same priciples as King Cotton, Cotton (and tobacco) generated enormous profits from overseas markets, supplying the cash wealth on which the young nation cut its teeth. Human exploitation was thematic in "The Wealth of Nations", by Adam Smith, the prissy tome still being touted as an 'economic bible' by denizens of the the Ronald Reagan campaign. A book that offered a more nonchalant portrayal of slavery than did the King James Version, although Smith's florid narrative practically echoed the cadence of God's Word, demonstrating that the egos of rich boys is truly of its own species, and the test of time proves it.

WE ALL WANT MONEY. When the secessionists allowed a tax deadline to come and go without delivering tribute upon the Treasury Department of the Federal Government by officials of another government from only one of the southern states, it was on.
United States Navy commenced bombarding Fort Sumpter that very next day. The economic impetus for seccession couldn't be more plain. Regardless of how many men of that era are portrayed by Hollywood as surprisingly enlightened on racial views; the American citizenry went along with allowing other men to work for nothing but the merest material means of survival, and the hope that working your ass off will continue to provide a reason not to shoot him on impulse, as many African captives purchased death by the hands of Master's son, for a wealthy youth is often petulent, and slaves were punished to put on a show; they call it terrorism and it's not a racial or ethnic or religious body more prone to utilize it. Terrorism is a tactic, used most commonly by the tremendously outnumbered, and militarily weak, in comparison to any standing army in today's world. Insignificant unless they continue the 'fight'. Like everyone else.

THE MANY ARE USUALLY INVISIBLE. THE FOLLOWERS OF ISLAM ENCIRCLE THE GLOBE. IF A MILLION individuals practicing fundamentalist Islam live a life of worship, sobriety, work and study; who commit fewer sins than the average fundamentalist Baptist; there are the fringe who live the lives of Muslim warriors, in very undeveloped and treacherous terrain; convinced the Arab hordes defeated the Russian Army—not the high tech weapons we gave them like candy bars on Halloween. We provided the Afghan people with the means to inflict enough casualties on the commies, that the enterprise would become stagnant without escalation, and increasingly redundant, vain. What do we hope to bring about in Afghanistan if our Department of Defense employees remain in south Asia until retirement age comes? In my lifetime I have experienced a sure uncommon being too young for one war too old for the next. Even without my criminal record, I lack the degree to become an officer and I was too old to become a Private, 34 is the cut off date, for brand new enlisted men.

AT THE CONCLUSION OF WWII, IN THE TIME JUST AFTER HOSTILITIES CEASED WHEN NERVES WERE STILL RAW, how many thought it was just a matter of time before we went at it again of the ones who knew they would return alive, with all their body parts, totally uninjured, with the aches and pains common to you in your football days; still with pretty good sense, as much as you ever had.
You train yourself to be Master of your Memory; The things you saw were of a nature that induces shock; A level of shock and mental numbness is what propelled you through those days, and the corps—the other guys. You were rarely lonely.
Suprised you are able to remember so much of it, it went by so fast, the experience is presently more vivid sitting in your easy chair remembering it, than you experienced when it happened. It throws you off balance. The human mind is such a fine instrument. To withstand the fear you grew accustomed to, to shoot at people with pure hate pumping through veins and arteries without ever seeing a face, and still recall the most delicate details of falling in love, still aware of the beauty in life and able to treasure it.


WHEN THEY RENAMED THE DEPARTMENT OF WAR, AFTER DETAILS OF THE ATOMIC EXPLOSIONS IN JAPAN HAD LONG GAINED CURRENCY; AFTER THE CREATION OF THE UNITED NATIONS WITH ROOSEVELT'S WIDOW REALLY TRYING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE; DID THEY DO IT FOR THE PURPOSE OF HOPE? War was all we studied in school; it seemed like the only reason anything got decided or changed. The energy and capital let loose during World War II, the industrial progress it required and the response of business will never be paralleled.
Those soldiers are our Department of Defense employees now. I wonder how the guys felt who changed the name of the Department of War, after over 40 million dead around the world. I remember when they ended the draft after Viet Nam. I was a kid, but I thought that was a pretty significant thing, making some amends, coming to grips with a sinful past.

CAPITAL GENERATED BY COTTON PROFITS FINANCED U.S. INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION; extensive inland waterways assured a regional advantage for attracting enterprise planning to provide a large volume of goods to be traded overseas, We have been told the story of Abe Lincoln all our lives, what a good guy he was. He was not a gentleman though, he was a tyrant; declared martial law; suspended habeas corpus. When

The Industrial North—death on an unprecedented, appalling scale; disease, almost universal dispossession, wrecked towns, homeplaces and landscapes. Plantation got knocked down to 'plant', as in "I always thought I'd end up working in the auto plant", Mechanization imposed economic displacement, forcing the largest migration of people from one region to whole differant region within our borders everand consolidation farmswith some high school, who had made the middle class team there in the victorious North, didn’t catch on and probably never asked anyone’s advice much less pick up a book for free at the public library.