Coming Back Down to Earth (without ever having gotten high)

I thought it would be fun to let one of our Muslim brothers have something to say (hard to read in that circle: "Muslim Students Association") -- especially since I've let Dear Ol' Jesus chime in so frequently. He represents the Jews, in case you got confused. I have let the Christians speak as well, although most of them appear to be more Pagan than affected by Jesus's teachings . . .

>>>: But alas, I am not going to mind ALL my manners (sorry Judith-My-Love). Be forewarned that I intend to take the advice of Black Folk from the late 1960s (when they were called "Afro-Americans", and boy, did they look it!!!) and "tell it like it is."

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So you know, I've already given all the details (names, times, etc.) to my contact at the US Attorney's Office in Raleigh as well as my Public Defender here in Wilmington.

My "lunch date" was actually to be with Joey "Spaghetti" (actually Spagnoli, or something like that). Joey was recently sprung from jail inexplicably after his arrest a couple of weeks ago on two charges of felony assault and one of misdemeanor assault. In a MOST confusing incident in which he ATTACKED a deaf/mute, nearly blind, young-ish homeless guy of the rather handsome persuasion (see 2/3 down: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-cats-here.html with correction on details of the assault here: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2011/12/corrections-etc.html ).

Although Joey's charges and previous record would have warranted higher bail in ANY OTHER STATE, his was only $5,000.00. That said, everyone knew that NO ONE would bond him out and he had no money. Street people city-wide slept better, as no one in Wilmington is a more dangerous criminal than Joey Spaghetti!!! -- something Joey has LOVED to brag to me about on many occasions.

He also loves to tongue my ass as deeply as his pink tongue goes for seemingly hours on end -- before inserting something more phallic. His reputation for this particular "super-kinky act" as local homeless like to call it, is widespread (although none will admit HOW they know this . . . .). Only Joey seems not to know of his own reputation. (HEY!!! I warned you. Also, remember how just a few days ago I told you that Kenans aren't afraid to sleep with trash, we just don't -- as a rule -- socialize with it??? Did you think I was referring to an actual SLUMBER PARTY??? C'mon -- get WITH IT!!!)

I wish I could tell you that the reason I broke my lunch date with Joey today was because of the Family Rule, but alas, it was for a different reason: JOEY WAS WORKING WITH DISTRICT ATTORNEY BEN DAVID, Wilmington Police Officer Perkins (and quite a few others) to entrap me in buying a small quantity of marijuana.

I'll save the details for the up-coming RACKETEERING CHARGES TRIAL of ALL of them, later. Officer Perkins, according to Joey, was helping him convince the court that Jonathan had stabbed Joey first with a pencil (he uses a pencil and paper to communicate, so always has one handy). Now, although there were NO REPORTS of any such thing as this at the time, I believe Joey added the "stabs" himself (one of which he showed me) within a day or two after the actual incident -- or Law Officials after concocting the plot that came to a head today with me, did so to Joey. They are nearly healed, so they were inflicted back then.

Also participating in this were "Jersey" aka Michael Keogh. I had been trying to figure out why Officer Perkins had been letting Jersey off while seeing to it that Conrad and Theresa (a homeless couple) ONLYgot ticketed by OTHER officers that Perkins called to the scene after catching them ALL drinking beer together in the area between Front Street and the parking garage on the block between Market and Princess. I have witnessed this happening twice. Also, Perkins has been voiding some of Jersey's other outstanding open-container tickets from the past. Jersey even brags that Perkins sometimes gives him money to buy "crunks". See: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-morning-after-leaving-place-where.html .

>>> FYI: Local BadBoy Robbie Trahan seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth a couple of weeks ago. Jersey claims he was the last to see him and he likely took a bus to Texas -- something unwise, given Robbie's TOTAL addiction to alcohol and the length of the bus ride. Robbie often admitted Ben David tried to bribe him into testifying against me in court. See: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2011_06_01_archive.html .

For the record, here is the phone number Robbie used to use to call "his sister" (Denise, I think) at the Native American Casino where she allegedly works. I called her there once when I thought Robbie was in real trouble, only to discover they ALL know who Robbie is, but his sister doesn't work there. It is part of an illegal and elaborate scheme that Robbie says would "fall apart" if I call them again. He said my one call did so much damage he thought his life might end. The number: 972-396-1118.

And just to round things out: The city workers who watch carefully for Ben David and try to trouble-shoot anything that might threaten his DRUG OPERATION, also often bought both Robbie and Jersey coffees, cigs, and beers of various descriptions. They mostly goof off reading or taking extended breaks at FRANK DELIA'S ITALIAN MARKET AND COFFEE CAFE on Front Street -- the same place where the owner, Frank, kicked me out for no reason after his friends shamelessly slandered me and Frank REFUSES to allow me back. I think I reported the wrong names previously. The two I'm talking about are usually off on Mondays and Tuesdays (low party-time drug-sale days). See: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2011/11/ding-dongs-in-paradise-or-sumpthin.html  and also: http://scottkenan.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-great-white-shark-circles-in-waters.html .

Whew. I could use a beer . . .

Scott

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