I still feel that Brenda was forced into this, as she had always been sweet to me until Justin came back into her life. Two days after I moved in, Brenda dismissed him from her life (or so she claimed to me), telling me that Justin made her do things she didn't want to do and forced her to give him much of her money -- then several days later, he came back. (Brenda and I lived together as roommates only for three weeks before she went "crazy" on me -- although it was Justin who did the true, aggressive harranges. If I knew where he actually lived, I'd swear out papers against him today.
Below is the original posting with changes noted in purple.
Ms. Harjo:
While I fully respect and appreciate all Ms. Zvejnieks has done for me, I am completely happy that you would represent me. Somehow, I feel we will be "cooking with gas" as they used to say.
FYI: I met with Tom Fetzer, former head of the Republican Party in NC until rumors and such forced him out. He's totally cool, and sees many of my political points exactly. Most important to me is that he was a friend and admirer of my distant relative Frank Hawkins Kenan, who as I imagine you know, was a stalwart of true Republican Values. Any friend and/or admirer of Frank Kenan is a friend and ally of mine!!! He TOTALLY encouraged me (about WHY the Republican Party needs to be TOTALLY reformed) -- and I found his wife and child quite charming as well. HA!!!
As my roommate, Brenda XXXXX has pulled the plug on the cable and internet in our house and has announced that she is moving out at a time she refuses to disclose to live with a 48 year old black guy (Justin Austin-Wynn) who is not her relative or lover, but who she claimed to me before he got back in control of her and her money, uses her and she hates him. He doesn't work, is 6' 3" approx, has slicked back straightened hair, uses perfect English -- except for using "socialist' when he means "social" -- as in a person with a social personality. I overheard him telling her to "get creative" to get something out of someone and if she doesn't calm down to take some of his pills. Brenda is in very deep trouble, the IRS having just started docking her pay $500.00 per bi-monthly paycheck. She also is getting multiple overdraft notices in the mail. I have no idea how she expected to pay the rent -- even with my paying her. (I do know the squatters right laws here and how to work them if I must to stay NOT homeless, at least for a month). She works in finding solutions for customers of Verizon Wireless to pay their bills when they get behind. She claims to have worked for them 32 years -- if that is possible. I didn't know they were that old.), all is again in limbo for me. Additionally, having had no financial support (although some have said they have bought my book online (which there is no evidence of), my cell phone went dead a day ago due to my inability to pay a month's subscription.
This black guy told me he was shocked when he found out she had a roommate and that she "ws not allowed to have one." He claimed she told me I had to move out, and when I said that was not true, he forced her downstairs and she did admit she had lied to me. I told him privately that she had told me he was a criminal who had somehow gained control of her (true). Just planting seeds so we can get this to a head. My mother had told me she would force me to move out of this house. At the time, it made no sense, but it looks like somehow, she and her people are doing it.
At the moment, I am at the Time Warner store, but the mechanics of tall me at their free stand-up computer kiosk is beyond bearable. I intend to scare up a dollar or two to go to McDonald's next so I can get back online and blog important political developments. i completely agree that our discussions need to be secure. Today, at First Presbyterian I got several congratulations for having defeated Ben David and exposed his crimes, but I now things must play out in time and in court.
As you can see, this email is going to many, but it gives nothing of our strategy away. i will use extreme caution with these people, as I feel certain this black guy -- who has impressed on me how dangerous he is and that he has absolutely no conscience -- and while admiring my logic and intelligence which he calls opposite of what is true, shuts me up, which I go along with and all has been miraculously calm, although I believe this email will change it.
I wish I knew his name. Address: XXXX Oleander Drive, ILM, 28403. Landlord is an active career navy man about 45 and lives in VA. His cell phone (I'd call to give him heads-up if I could. Charles XXXX 757-348-XXXX. Brenda cell phone: 201-694-XXXX.
All best,
Scott
Should be fun!!!
Scott
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Hi Lee,
Thanks for your email, which I received with a heavy heart. Although in my emails and blog posts the last couple of years, foolish people might judge you and I to be adversaries, I have LONG known we were always birds-of-a-feather -- although your feather is not gay. And that was easy for me because, mercifully, you are not my physical type, though TOTALLY my Bad Ass Mo-Fo type as few have had adventures like I always knew you had and respected you for. Hell, whether deliberately or inadvertently, you and my local bud Robbie Trayhan -- the first of several to tell me of your assorted legal-and-not activities in Wilmington (who D.A. Ben David actually got to "oralize" me in the shower, despite his being straight -- just to bamboozle me into thinking Robbie was not Ben's spy, loved and desired me -- Robbie admitted as much to me yesterday -- poor fella. No straight guy (or gal, like my Mom did when her "retarded" uncle forced her to when she was six) should have to "play the flute" when he/she doesn't want to. (Robbie is a GREAT storyteller, and all the homeless folk who told me a few days ago they hated him, already are glad to see him after he got sprung from the county jail after just a day's incarceration. Robbie ALWAYS lands on his feet, so I don't worry about him.)
Well, last night a 54 year old black guy named Justin Austin-Wynn (he was so adamant that I get his name right, so it might be false, and If his first name isn't Justin, it's similar), sat in my apartment and acted JUST LIKE Dennis Hopper in the movie BLUE VELVET. I think he was on meth -- or at least something similar. In honor of our friendship, I will tell you a few things before I tell anyone else:
1. My roommate, Brenda XXXXX, for TWO DAYS ignored me and ran around the apartment fake-hyena-laughing and later chanting "The Blood of Jesus, The Blood of Jesus" to keep from hearing my question of what was wrong with her. She claims to be Buddhist, but when she prays for hours on end, she is actually watching Fox News behind closed doors and texting on her cell phone.
2. She had told me she HATED this Justin guy and that he took all her money and controlled her and made her do things she did NOT want to do, but this morning, after all the BS and my clearly laughing in their faces after listening to their multiple threats on my life overnight, she continues to support me EVEN THOUGH SHE OVERHEARD ME REPORT TO THE NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS THAT JUSTIN IS A MAJOR DRUG TRAFFICKER AND PSYCHOPATH AND THAT I BELIEVED BRENDA REALLY WANTED ME TO PROTECT HER. Well, that is her choice and she has made her bed. (some details are in an email I sent my new Public Defender yesterday, and I will forward a copy to you later.)
3. Justin said I would be "disappeared" if I stay in the house longer than the end of the month. He said Brenda's two sons would kill me if he told them the truth about me (my bipolar diagnosis -- as if anyone with sense hadn't gotten THAT non-sense diagnosis attached to them. I pointed out that I've never threatened or harmed anyone in my life, so his calling the landlord, Charles XXXXX, and getting him to lie to me that the neighbors had complained that I was "loud and rude repeatedly" -- a complete fiction, I've asked them on both sides this morning and we all had a big laugh about it, so he had to demand I move ASAP, but would allow me to stay a month, which I believe is the earliest date he could legally ask me to leave. Charles kept making plain that he would see I was killed if I stayed past 10/1/11. I don't know if Charles XXXXX is a drug dealer too -- or just scared of this criminal.
4. I spoke with Mr. XXXXX (whom I had given my info so he could check my criminal record two days after I made the ACTUAL RENTAL AGREEMENT with Brenda -- not him -- and told him that the convictions on my record are being appealed and would be overturned. I gave him the top ministers of First Presbyterian and Sheriff Ed McMahon as personal references), so I know it was not my convictions that caused this planned eviction or murder.
But Justin said it is the fact that I am a "psychotic" who could murder his cousin Brenda (previously, both he and Brenda claimed they were not blood related, but Justin kept emphasizing that Brenda's two sons live in Patterson, NJ -- as if THAT was supposed to scare me). I said he got the info from an officer CJ and another with last name beginning with "O" and having 5 or 6 letters -- names I recognized as police who had caused me problems in the past. My intention is to move out as soon as practical, and then sue the crap out of Brenda and Mr. XXXXX both for taking this action against me because of my bipolar diagnosis which I've lived PEACEFULLY with since 1978, both in times I've taken meds and in times I have not -- THERE'S BEEN NO DIFFERENCE AND I NEVER HAVE MOOD SWINGS AS MY SHRINK NURSE IN GA SAID IS WHY SHE TOOK ME OFF LITHIUM in 2009.
Well, I expect to make a lot of money off Mr. XXXXX who owns rental properties so he's got to have some. Not so much Brenda, who WAS having $500/paycheck deducted by the IRS because she didn't pay taxes for years. This began shortly after my mother told me I would have to move from this place, which I did not connect -- until last night. Justin claimed he paid "a couple hundred dollars" to someone and that has stopped the IRS from docking Brenda's pay. But she also three overdraft notices for Wachovia Bank (which I know how to recognize without opening) and a notice from NC State Dept. of Revenue that she refused to open. I guess NC is after her as well.
5. Bottom line was that Justin told me all these troubles I had brought on myself because I had thought i could mess with Ben David. He said it is HIS job to teach me a lesson about that!!! He also was stupid enough to say he had talked to George Padezanin, the big drug dealer on 8th Street across the street from where I previously lived -- and the person I brought simple assault charges against which come up for first hearing on Halloween (how cool is that???). He said George and other drug dealers (unnamed) on 8th street told him all about the bullshit I did there and that he was getting their revenge too.
Well, enough politics and crime reporting. Like Stanley Kowalski in A STREET CAR NAMED DESIRE, I say: HA!!!
Also interesting: You might recall that it was in the William R. Kenan Jr. built Carolina Apartments that I used to make love to Robbie Anderson (now a music teacher at Burgaw High School -- the town where Dad was born) as Kenan Fountain played in Kenan Plaza, just below the windows. At that time, a sign, "Deep River Apartments" covered the actual apartments' name, as the exterior was used in the film for the apartments where Isabella Rossallini and Kyle McLaughlin made love. Robbie (Anderson) had been Thomas S. Kenan III's lover not long before we met, and it was the shared taste for a music teacher that gave me the balls to contact Tommy when the Republicans (with Dear Ol' Patrick Stansbury's help!!!) first tried to commit and/or kill me in January, 2010.
Tommy, of course, sent 60 MINUTES to get my story in Puerto Vallarta, sending the woman who had been Walter Cronkite's producer of CBS NEWS TONIGHT the last twelve years it was on the air. She is the most highly-decorated woman in TV news. Unfortunately, I forget her name, although my second or third cousins (once or twice removed) who were with her and all but jumped me on the streets of Conchas Chinas, just south of PV. They also told me that the woman played in her youth by Kate Winslet in TITANIC was my blood relative. I'd known the last living survivor of the sinking of the Lusitania was Owen Kenan (Flagler's physician), and of course my own great-grandparents were the subject of the TV film from 1989 staring Donald Sutherland and Diane Lane/late-life-portrayal Bogie's widow, Lauren Bacall. Alan Gurganus had changed the name from Kenan to Marsden in OLDEST CONFEDERATE WIDOW TELLS ALL.
I do also want you to know that while things might have gone past what you feel is the point of no return, if anyone could triumph over a diagnosis like you got, it would be you. That said, we all must live and leave by the agreements we made before entering life, and rarely have conscious knowledge of them while alive. So, my friend, you will remain my friend while you walk this earth, whether you leave soon or 40 years from now. In any case, you will certainly be an important character in my successful book or books!!! I appreciate not only your appreciation and candor, but your suggestions as well. At this time, I am favoring the approach taken by Philip Gerard in his CAPE FEAR RISING published in 1997, the tale of Wilmington's 1898 race riot -- one of the worst episodes in America's history of racial strife, as well as being highly under-reported. Wilmington had had more than twice as many blacks as whites, and was a Mecca for middle-class blacks. Afterward, Wilmington became majority white and the whole thing inspired the Jim Crow laws that soon swept the South and returned Democrats to power.
It was led by William R. Kenan SENIOR (variously called Buck or Bill), who had been the only Confederate to get within firing distance of Abraham Lincoln INSIDE Washington, DC and fire a shot (he missed and killed Lincoln's body guard instead), with the then Head Minister of First Presbyterian. (Author Gerard added a couple of fictional characters, published it as historical fiction, and has refused to provide a key as to which characters -- nearly all, apparently -- were real and which ones were not. At the moment, I'm planning to clean up my blog for clarity and to remove my errors, then make it into book form and publish it as historical fiction, after adding a fictional character or two). In any case, no one dares sue me for libel. LOL!!!
Well, I so much enjoyed including to you so many things I had planned only to blog, that I will copy this email to others and publish it on my blog. I hope you will not have pain in your lungs from your laughter -- ALWAYS the best medication!
All best to you Lee, and I expect we'll remain in contact for quite some time . . .
Scott
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On Sat, Sep 17, 2011 at 12:55 PM, Lee Gosney
Hi Scott:
I’m glad to see you are hanging in there. It must be nice to live the life of a world traveler. Actually I been there done that, I used to hitchhike all over the US. Working at day labor, giving blood, sleeping under bridges and in orange groves, I think one of my favorite times in life I was living in an orange grove across from a truck stop in Orlando. They had showers, restaurant, the whole set up, I unloaded trucks at Disney World for $5.00-$10.00 a thousand. A 20,000 lb truck only took about 6 hrs to unload and there was plenty of work. I even turned down a job a Disney. Fun, sun, money, party every night and best of all except for a $3.00 shower and eating at the truck stop, no overhead! No rent, no utilities, no credit card payment, taxes, none of that BS, yes my friend that was the good life.
During the off season, I would stay at places like the Salvation Army, back then it was $2.00 a night for a bed in the dorm, but they fed you and had a shower. Man, I stayed there so long I ended up with a private room, I think it was like $50.00 a week, being downtown Atlanta, there was always day labor jobs, plasma centers, I ended up working at a hotel as a dishwasher and ended up being a chef’s assistance at Dunfey’s Hotel. Being a chef’s assistance definitely had its perks.
Anyway, it seems that all that good living or just old age has taken its toll. The doctors say that I’m terminal, few weeks, few months, might even get a year. They are going to try lung surgery and all that stuff, but in reality, it might prolong it but it always ends up the same.
Scott I wanted to thank you for entertaining me with your e-mails and stories these last couple of years, you were always one of my most favorite people, bitch homosexual that you are. I always wondered with your talent of Mark Twain-ish story telling, why didn’t you write another book or two? Sure you got your ass handed to you by the publisher, this time, but how many books did Stephen King write under an assumed name, before he hit one that started his career? Little know trivia. Also did you know that Stephen King was in AA? So is Elton John. EJ has he calls himself, goes to the Triangle club in Atlanta, unless you knew it was him, you would never know.
If I took all you e-mails and reformatted them, I could probably get a Pelican Brief type conspiracy good ass story, Congressman, drugs, cover-up or what was that movie where Tom Cruise worked for this vigilante law firm ? You got the makings of a good story, just add a couple of dead bodies, maybe a gay newspaper reporter who’s lover saw the murders and supposedly committed suicide…. A damsel in distress, a smart mouth ex-con/biker side kick who lives on the edge of the law and Scott we are going to Hollywood. Dude, you might even be able to turn it into a series, a gay Mickey Spillane, that would fucking rock out!!!
Anyway dude, I gotta go get some of my “affairs” in order, still got to live and even though I’m dying I still have to pay bills. Sucks, huh… Let me know what you think about the story line, I’d love to collaborate.
Lee
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