Robbie Trayhan's School of Scams

>>> UPDATE 5:12 PM: After leaving the library where I blogged the below, I soon ran into Robbie Trayhan walking with a notorious homeless drug abuser called "Murdock," the same guy who has threatened me lately several times. I asked Robbie where the pizza was he'd promised me for lunch and which I waited half an hour at I Love NY Pizza to get from him (as I had fed him yesterday -- $2.00/slice of cheese pizza even includes tax!!!). He got all angry and walked away. Then I mentioned I had blogged about his sister and his scam and he ran back with Murdock, fists up, got in my face and threatened to beat the shit out of me right then and there.

I lied and told him I was only kidding, but since I had seen the $20.00 bill in his hand and he had promised me a slice of pizza, he could have delivered. He continued to scream at me and Murdock said he was going to beat me too. I threatened to call the Police, and then as they were leaving, still shaking fists, I did call.

After 20 minutes two officers I did not recognize showed up. I aske dif they were looking for Scott Kenan (I had been very clear and specific about my name while on the phone). They said no, but what was my trouble? I explained and they said they could take a report and I could press charges. I thought about it and since there had been no violence and Robbie is NEVER violent that I knew of, I did not want to contribute to his habitual open-container violation difficulties. (Both cops seemed to know or know or both of them.)

I decided not to press charges. Then -- and only then -- the officers told me they were looking for someone who had had communicated threats and was supposed to be on that street corner. They didn't know his name.

What the  . . . I thought!!! What is wrong with Wilmington Police Department Officers when it comes to protection of ME???

Well, we all know the answer to that.

It was decided that Robbie and "murdock" and I should stay away from each other. I hope Robbie doesn't get a bed at Mercy House tonight -- he can sleep with his new boyfriend that buys him McDonalds for all I care. (Ben David??? LOL!!! -- actually, I SERIOUSLY doubt that.)

Scott

Lucky for my readers, I'm having a nicotine fit and will not blog long this afternoon!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Can you guess which Raleigh TV station I just sent this email to???:

I don't know you or your station (I live in Wilmington), but this afternoon met one of your cameramen and producers here to film someone on the Riverfront. I gave then a nutshell of my story and how I:



Worked for Tennessee Williams and wrote and published WALKING ON GLASS: A MEMOIR OF THE LATER DAYS OF TENNESSEE WILLIAMS on Amazon. Previously, it was to be published by Alyson Books, but Jackie Kennedy Onassis had told TW and me secrets of how our government murdered her husband, RFK, and MLK Jr., and the publisher was bought by an agent for the Republican Party and sunk -- taking down all 30 books slated for spring 2010 release, including mine, which was to be featured release and had gotten rave reviews from John Lahr of THE NEW YORKER and many top Williams scholars.


I am blood-connected to Thomas S. Kenan III of Chapel Hill at the year 1700, and in 1985, dated Tom's previous boyfriend Robbie Anderson (now a music teacher at Burgaw High -- the town where my father was born).


Because of certain perhaps all but unbelievable connections, I became aware that that the David Brothers (Ben & Jon), identical twins and District Attorneys, protect the heavy narco-traffick in Wilmington and on Cape Fear River. Many eye-witnesses will testify that they have seen mini-subs unloaded under Snow's Cut Bridge. Many will testify to snorting cocaine with Ben, and a man who claims to be Ben David's male lover got drunk and told me quite a lot!!!


A year ago, Tom Kenan sent 60 MINUTES to get my story in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico where I lived for half a year, trying unsuccessfully to throw a big 100th birthday party for Tennessee Williams. They hope to do at least three segments on it as soon as it is politically possible. They had done a story on Tom and the exhumation of Mary Lily Kenan Flagler Bingham's body for autopsy in 1989, but Tom never revealed the results -- not even to me when I called him to ask and TRADE secrets about Tennessee Williams' death in 1990.


Now all is published on my blog: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/ . You can data mine it for details. Here is a post of info I sent CNN at their request a while back: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-reply-to-cnns-request-for-info.html .


Also, local TV-3 filmed me with their anchor telling part of my story and broadcast it last Friday evening.


I just wanted to follow up with your station in case the guys I spoke with (who were in a big hurry) forgot to check my blog as they seemed most excited to do ASAP!!!


My phone number (cell) is 910-XXX-XXXX.


Thanks,
Scott


PS: For the record, I kinda like marijuana, although I rarely seem to get any around here.

Also briefly: Robbie Trayhan punked me for the last time today when after I gave him half my one-slice pizza lunch yesterday and he was given $20.00 by a stranger and promised to by ME lunch today, but was a no-show despite my waiting half an hour, I'm publishing the phone number he called from my phone claiming it was to his sister Denise who works in an American Indian Casino in Oklahoma, but the phone number is to a Dallas, TX landline phone.

There, they told me Denise works for a different casino when I recently tried to reach Denise when Robbie had an emergency, but before I could find out THAT telephone number, Robbie appeared and nearly killed me saying that it was all a SCAM and I had nearly blown it apart honestly trying to seek Robbie's sister's help -- that everyone at the casino was having a fit that a Scott Kenan from Wilmington, NC had called.

Well, here's the number and someone else can call it: 972-396-1118. I plan to call it after packing up -- unless Robbie appears pronto and buys me dinner!!! No telling what Robbie does, but he only does for himself and his alcohol addiction. Last night things were so bad for him that several people told me Robbie picked up a man for sex just to get a MacDonalds dinner.

Sad, but I cannot say I know first-hand it is true . . .

Scott