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Boy Scout

Boy Scout

I am forever a Boy Scout and have given great study war.  They were meant to go together, soldiering later after the Scouts.  I learned to shoot, and was given some ideas about honorable behavior.

It is the fakers ever done me to the bad of things.  You need some heroes, but there are fakers and put ups put on you till you question the difference, or it is a bother to try and separate lies from truth about anyone who ever had power for any reason.

I had a great success with the show and a few days of after glow, and the Whamoo, I got slammed by bad doctoring.  The timing belt on the car broke and the registration was out and the tow truck wouldn’t do the Triple A that we bought to make that tow happen, so we had to borrow money.   One of my drills broke and my batteries for that are wearing down.   The neighbors cut all the bushes back as winter is coming so I hope they didn’t kill the bush trees.  They said the electric man said to do it.  I told the man he was awful enthusiastic with his chainsaw.

The cutting of the trees on the dividing line by the church people, really really depressed me.  I started thinking of my mother and the Condo Association that was run by a guy that liked to cut down trees.  They let the ivy get to that wonderful tree at the corner where her condo was.

Her best friend Phyllis died a bloody painful death of crisis and screams and abrogations of better death.  Mom thought her son ought be with her at the end as Phyllis screamed in the ambulance for mom and there was no room and the son was an asshole about it all according to mom.  Then they moved her, and three weeks later?  Month and a half?  It was three weeks and she died.  She was 84.  They had cut her tree down before she moved.  People do these things for spite.  You know the face they wear when they do these things.

I am in pain all the time.  A System is out to hurt me, but there are individuals that have lied about me to hurt me.  I use metaphors of military practices.  On a movie, the one I was the official DP of, of half of, I shot everything far away daytime from base first, drawing in towards base at night.  i shot the last scene with one light slow motion as the truck was packed.

Well, it is good work, even if there was the catch of not knowing and bad luck.  Good job is good money, good project, good people.  Any order but you must have two out of three.  It was a good project.

I can work from the office in my home, but I am not for roaming rough as I am no longer as tough as I used to be.  That means I have to fight it out here.

I’ll tell you more later.

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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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