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How can I convince authorities, family, friends and co-workers that I'm not crazy?
First, I recommend that targets stay away from from psychiatrists. These doctors have no inside information about stalking gangs or training in government black operations and are not "in the loop" i.e. updated on government black operations. Thus when they offer the opinion that gang stalking and electronic harassment is not happening and you are delusional, they are exceeding their professional qualifications (and may be technically guilty of malptractice.)
Gang stalking and electronic harassment programs are harassment and torture, not mental illness. The only exception to staying away from psychiatrists should be the rare instance in which a local lawyer with a mental health defence sub-specialty recommends an honest psychiatrist who will not label you "in need of help" with a hair trigger diagnosis. Such psychiatrists are rare. I strongly urge all targets to take advantage of lawyers' "free 30 minutes" to window shop for a lawyer who takes legal aid cases and who has a mental health defence sub specialty. And if the lawyer can recommend an honest psychiatrist who will not assume that government harassment is impossible, it might be prudent to quietly have yourself assessed before some crisis occurs in your life. Listen to your instincts and do not rush to have a mental health assessment, however.
IMPORTANT: You must control your natural hope and expectations so that you do not expect either a sympathetic lawyer or honest psychiatrist to become an activist on your behalf. Don't overstay your welcome, don't send them lots of correspondence, don't pester them in any way. Your purpose is to have some contacts handy should the perps put you into a crisis situation.
Secondly, (and this is hard for people who have recently realized that they are being harassed illegally,) I recommend that you avoid complaining to anyone about anything that you cannot prove with courtroom quality physical evidence. Ripped clothing, broken furniture, slashed tires, for example. Complaining about any of the bodily effects puts you in danger of being forced under the "care" of a psychiatrist, which will discredit you for years to come.
If you are already seeing a psychiatrist, or are afraid you might be, this web site is MUST READING:
http://www.breggin.com
Here is the May 2004 cover page in case the link above doesn't work. May give you some clues for further web searching.
One special point should be noted. Electronic harassment targets are targets of CRIME, and NOT ANY KIND OF MEDICAL CONDITION. Disinformation agents will often try to derail serious talk about electronic harassment using medical conditions, "electrosensitivity" being very popular. If someone is shot dead, the fact that they may have been allergic to lead in NO WAY reduces the CRIME of murder. When "electrosensitivity" pops into the conversation, I plainly and emphatically state that has nothing to do with the CRIME of electronic harassment, will not debate that issue further. I recommend this tactic to others.
Required reading. This is a statement by a doctor who worked for the U.S. National Institutes of Health who describes in his own words what psycho-electronic attack is all about, and who has had personal experiences with it. Along with that letter, Dr. Eldon Byrd's corroborating statement, is a must. ** Consider printing out both of these letters, and possibly making copies for any doctors you have dealt with on the subject of electronic harassment. The "Required reading" letter is the most powerful and corroborated statement about mind control we have to date.
Electronic harassment is virtually always accompanied by gang stalking (in-community harassment by groups of people) and mobbing (on the job harassment). Convincing others that this non-electronic phase of the problem is really going on and affects many people is, I feel, the more important half of the job of convincing others. Here are some statistics which have helped convince people that at least gang stalking is reality:
** A survey like the one on this site was posted on a high volume news site in 2002. 12,000 people visited that survey in 24 hours. About 120 sent in responses saying they had most or all of the symptoms of gang stalking. That is 1 person in a hundred, primarily in North America.
http://www.raven1.net/emresul2.htm
** Statistics from the book "Mobbing: Emotional Abuse in the American Workplace show that in Sweden, about 3.5% of the working population is subject to mobbing, which is gang stalking in the workplace. 3.5% of working people is roughly 1 person in a hundred total, and is in line with the gang stalking survey above.
http://www.raven1.net/mobbook.htm
** Statistics from the British (government) Home Office state that 990,000 people in the United Kingdom are targets of stalking or harassment at any one time as of the year 2000. That is about 1.4 people per hundred. Here again, the gang stalking survey's 1 person in a hundred is not out of line. This information was posted on the cover page of a British international detective and security agency at this link in January 2005.
Click here for the (long) URL of that web site, as of early 2005.
Click here for information on disinformation agents, who are always around, in the print media, in email forums on gang stalking, electronic harassment, mind control, or on the talk radio circuit.
Here is something VERY worthwhile for new targets to do before making any kind of report or complaint to the authorities, and that includes all doctors: Visit a large general, or possibly better, medical school library, and locate the current "DSM" or "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders". At time of writing, the current version is IV, and it's commonly referred to as the "DSM IV", which is spoken as "DSM Four".
This is a roughly 500 page book. Along with the DSM IV you will find accessory books like "annotations" or "case studies", but you want the actual DSM IV, not the accessories.
Go into the table of contents, and look for chapters with these key words: "schizophrenia", "paranoid", and "delusional".
Scan the related topics and sub-topics, watching for CRITERIA used by psychiatrists to diagnose (i.e. label) you with these particular conditions. You will be AMAZED at how the behaviour of any mind gang stalking and electronic harassment target fits PERFECTLY with the criteria listed. The lesson to be learned here - see for yourself, don't take my word on it - is that in our particular situation, ANY contact with doctors and particularly psychiatrists is almost a guarantee of a false diagnosis of "schizoid", "paranoid" or "delusional" mental disorder. [Bb Sez: oddly enough]
This short experience - shouldn't take more than an hour - will equip you for dealing with, should you be forced, or avoiding, contact on the subject of gang stalking and electronic harassment with the medical profession.
Some of the worst things to complain about to others are:
* "I have implants in my teeth" without xrays to confirm
* "I have implants in my head" without xrays to confirm
* "My TV set is giving me commands"
* "My stereo is giving me commands"
* "My dog is giving me commands"
* "I'm being followed by airplanes/helicopters"
* "I have to wear a foil beanie"
Especially important is to avoid complaining about the motives of local perpetrators. That is one of the main traps the perps set for us. Someone else's motive is nearly impossible to prove, even if you know that the motive is participation in the gang stalking and electronic program.
Having said that, the odds are that by the time a new target reads this advice, they have already been suckered into complaining about the bodily effects (which are nearly impossible to support with physical evidence) and may have already been in contact with the psychiatric system, and may have already been labelled by family, friends, and co-workers as crazy.
But wait, there's more...
Here are some of the observed effects of the advanced electronic technology which show conventional technology is not in use:
* Can penetrate excellent electromagnetic and acoustic shielding as if the shielding were not there
* Can "inject" conventional sound or radio signals so they appear to emanate from any point in space. Often, this is used to make appliances appear to "talk" or wall outlets appear to be "sending radio frequency signals". This is decoying, as the perpetrators have demonstrated this "injection" can also be done from any point in thin air, or a windowless side of a building.
* can move objects, from tiny gas bubbles in the target's respiratory tract, through yanking legs out from under the target, all the way up to shoving a moving car sideways
* Can make objects disappear then reappear in another location, and the reappearance location can be a moving vehicle
* Can strike heavy blows to any object, or set any object including the body into strong vibration, while nearby objects are not vibrating at all
* Can wrench house/building structure causing loud snapping or crackling noises, often done at precisely the point where a target is starting to doze off to sleep
* Can "inject air from nowhere" inside the upper lip when the lips are firmly closed, and the tongue and cheeks are blocking air from the lungs - this injection is used to keep the target awake as it results in a loud noise like flatulence (Appears to be done via other dimensions, aka "hyperspace")
* Can apply thousands of pounds tension to metal stock or welds in excellent condition, causing breakage, yet no tool marks are left on the finish
* Inexplicable (from conventional technology standpoint) "lights" on and close to targets, especially from the MKULTRA era. Some are seen by nearby witnesses (like two cases of brightly glowing hands) or show on photos. Burns on the target sometimes show afterwards.
* Small number of total levitation cases, at least one witnessed
One recommendation is: Avoid tying any complaints you might make down to any single type of technology. If you complain to the authorities that you are being targetted by "satellites" or "implants" or "microwave" or any other SPECIFIC type of technology, you have just made it much easier for the authorities to discredit you.
The authorities can xray you for implants and find none, or sweep your home for microwave and find none, or point a signal analyzer at the sky and find nothing out of the ordinary, and you are then discredited, and to some extent so are the rest of us.
The honest position is that we do NOT know how the genuine, current-day technology works. We DO know that today's technology operates at an extremely sophisticated performance level. For example:
* About 40% of targets report strong vibrations of body parts or objects, where there is no surrounding vibration to account for this effect. Conventional signals canNOT do this.
* Perhaps twice that many targets report regular "wrenching" of house/building structure, to produce cap-gun like "snapping" or "crackling", usually applied at the very moment the target tries to drop off to sleep. This cannot be performed by conventional signals either.
I did try a 4-layer shielded cylinder surrounding my bed, for a period of two years. The 4 layers, outside first, were:
- Solid sheet steel
- Aluminum foil
- Galvanized steel mesh
- Radio signal absorbtive foam
Air was provided by way of an intake duct and exhaust duct, solid sheet steel, lined with radio signal absorbtive foam, and stuffed with copper scrubbing pads.
Battery operated AM, FM, and shortwave radios, and a battery operated TV set, and a cell phone, did not work inside this enclosure at all. In fact, they didn't work even when the enclosure door was open, probably due to the effects of the inner radio absorbtion layer.
All effects, including some of the above list of advanced effects, continued without the slightest reduction within this enclosure. [Again, Bb sez, oddly enough...]
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! (Should the Perps be harrassing you, what CAN you do? My favorite is the scrubbing pads inside your clothing)
Here are a few successful partial relief countermeasures, such as:
* If you are targeted with electronic voice to skull harassment, one target has found that having two or more radios on with different stations can create such a jumble of talk that the voice to skull harassment is effectively masked (though this doesn't eliminate the V2S)
* Running a box fan at bed level over your bare legs can make being tortured while being kept awake a little less miserable
* Foam cylinder ear plugs can help a little when the perps make noise to keep you awake
* Coarse abrasive paint removal scrubbing pads, or garlic graters, or Dr. Scholls metallic corn removal tools, or stiff hair brushes with fibers cut to half of normal length, or 'Scalpicin' scalp itch formula, kept on or near the bed, carried with you, can relieve some of the small electric shocks and artificial itching used to keep the target awake. Depending on the intensity of the attacks, you may have to abrade your skin until it literally hangs off in flakes.
* The wearing of coarse paint removal scrubbing pads inside clothing, either singly or glued together with silicone rubber, so that in public places you have a means to soothe either the electric shocks or intense itches.
* Melatonin taken at bed time can make it easier to get a little relaxation in between perp attacks in bed. Amitriptylene (requires a prescription) in small doses may help too.
* Playing loud music or a favourite radio/TV station can help a bit during voice to skull attacks
* Labelling supplies containers with the date opened, and successive levels each day can reduce the amount of dumping of supplies. Containers which clearly show dumping of supplies can be kept as evidence.
* I find that spending as much time outdoors as possible, and walking to maintain physical health, provides a degree of relief.
* I find that engaging in simple, low cost hobbies, such as the perps will allow you to engage in, is very uplifting. (Personally, I find hanging out with and feeding squirrels serves me well as a low cost diversion. Click here if you think feeding squirrels might suit you.)
* I find that listening to Patriot news is very uplifting. (These broadcasters broadcast from their WEB sites, shortwave, and some AM and FM stations.)
When I went down to Houston he called; Marty answered the phone and he was dead silent. I thought the calls would cease, but they haven't apparently cuz he called about 20minutes ago. I was on the phone with Marty and I asked if he would say something to him for me because I hate confrontation. So he's going to call me and three-way him and let me listen while he and his buddies fuck with him.
Hah, Why does this sound amusing to me?
hello
as i said last blog i read the bible for the first time in a long time. I also mentioned a period of time when i did read the bible but ended up quitting because my parents and brothers dont do that and they teased me about it and always asked why i wanted to read the bible. This happened when i was around 11 and in the 6th grade..i cant remember exactly, but around that time. I read it pretty much everyday for a few months and i really liked to do that..i found somehting that i could beilive in..i even prayed to. And i even tryed bringing my bible on a vacation for a 2 days trip to the states. But like i said my brothers and parents bugged me about it so i ended up quitting. And i ended up losing all that faith in god because of that. But yesterday i wanted to read it cause this week has been going really bad and other things to. I actually liked to read it again..it gives me something to belive in and to have faith in. This one pasaage i read went something like this:
"if god loves you, then who should hate you*
I cant remember exactly how it went but something like that. That one passage describes my life last year and this year with the people making fun of me and stuff... I just kept saying to myself "this person is my friend..this person is my friend..this person is my friend..why cant we just all get along and stop the hating?"
If I find the passage again (which i could ill check it tonight:)) Ill post it:)
BTW where do you find the story of noah's arc, or adam and eve? If anyone knows can u plz tell me where to find it in the bible (i know how to find stuff dont worry) that would be much appresiated:)
Well i got to go. Bye 
-:)Kristal:)
hey
I dont have alot of time because its so late so ill try to make this short and sweet;)
Well so far exam prep and stuff hasnt been as bad as i thought it would
But exams will be brutal
Im going to be EXTREMLY hard on myself to make sure i do well, casue im aiming for a 90% average for this semster.
what eles to write..
humm..
ah! got it:) heres sum song recomendations: Nature and back to the middle: both by india arie;)
Anywho, i made up a poem just now..
It starts out really sad and depressing and ends happy and joyful
Its about how people make fun of me and i try not to care what they say but sumtimes its just to much, but then friends help and support u and u can feel better.
Well here it is:
Wounds
Words of hatred penetrating my heart
Sting like knives
Oh, how easy life was at the start…
Bandaging wounds up everyday
And how I desperately try
Not to care what you say
Now the bandages are tearing
The hate is dripping out
So damaging, that the pain is overbearing
But some people lurk in the distance
And as they near
I know they will help me, and be my assistance
The pain goes away and the wounds start to heal
And now because of them
Joy is the only thing I feel
By: Me
Date: January 16, 2007.
anywho, byebye for now!
-:)Kristal:)
I have just survived a very scary experience. As many of you have read here in my blog about escaping a bad situation with my integrity intact, I had to report about the illegal activities going on at a job I had just started last week. All I wanted was a decent job at a safe workplace working with people who were trustworthy and friendly, all I've gotten is deciet and agony. The manager has all my personal information. When he discovered I had contacted the company to report his illegal activity and unjust threats against me, he retaliated by calling the police against me to report I had been harassing him with phonecalls and going around downtown Stevens Point telling everyone that he's doing drugs. While I was helping out my friend Dala at her store, the SPPD came in to talk to me in private. I knew that it had to do with my former boss, so I wasn't frightened. Cops don't scare me. When they told me about what he claimed I'm doing to him, I covered my mouth to surpress laughter -- ever since Saturday December 2nd, 2006, I have been staying away from hanging out in the Mall for fear that he would retaliate. I also did not want to be interfered with. I have an emotional disorder, so things like having to report a crime and quitting a job leave me withdrawn and depressed. Plus, I do not have a phone. Even if I wanted to harass someone, I'd have to do it in person or via email, which is the last thing I'd do anyway considering I am prone to panic over even the silliest of things like finding a bug in my coffee! I do ALL that I can to avoid confrontation at times, too, but take into consideration that I did have balls enough to confront my former boss right away about his lies and strange behavior with the register. But whether or not he reacted so threatening to me, I still would have been obligated to report him.
I expected him to retaliate in some kind of asshole manner, but what I didn't expect was for him to not only try to get me arrested for harassment, he'd also use my personal, confidential information -- the very same information ANYONE files on an application for employment, and the same personal information employers use to check ANY applicant's background -- to see if there was a way to get me arrested for ANYTHING. He discovered that I was in contempt of court in a civial case against me by St. Michael's Hospital from December 1997! This was enough to get a warrant for my arrest. I am not familiar with the legal system, so this was a shock to me. I was not led away in handcuffs, I cooperated completely with the police, however I was sobbing on the way to the jail, frightened because I didn't know what was happening and didn't know what to expect.
So, yes, my friends, I was arrested yesterday afternoon and I would've had to spend a night in jail, if I didn't use the one and only paycheck I made for working just two days at *former place of employment* in *the* Mall to pay my bail which was a measly $75! It was the only fine I had to pay for contempt of court for a bill I didn't pay from 1997 -- that was from December 1997 to be extact when I was hospitalized for two weeks after I suffered my first terrible nervous breakdown. If I had known that there was a warrant for my arrest over a hospital bill I needed to make payments on, I would've done something about it a long time ago. In order to explain why this got out of hand, I have to go back about ten years ago when I was first diagnosed with bi-polar disorder.
The winter of 1997 was a hard one for me. I couldn't pay my hospital bills and couldn't get out of getting suspended from UWSP for missing two weeks of classes for being in the hospital. Apparently my disorder wasn't big or serious enough for the Dean to allow me to get assistance from the university, it was decided by the university powers-that-be that I should take a mandatory break of two years before reapplying for enrollment to finish my degree. I was a senior with only two semesters left before graduation. I wasn't the brightest at things, but I did make straight A's in my studio art classes. In any case, I didn't know how to get help to pay off my hospital bill or how to get help to stay in classes, so I ended up getting suspended from UWSP for missing two weeks of classes so late in the semester and, because I was also employed by the university, I lost my work study jobs and ended up homeless because I couldn't afford my rent after I attempted to pay what little I could for the hospitalization. I didn't expect to be hospitalized for so long either, I thought I would just end up at St. Michael's overnight at the most, but that's how the cookie crumbled.
How did I end up hospitalized? While taking an important exam for algebra (a course I had failed several times before because I don't understand mathematics very well due to a learning disorder I didn't know I had, I just thought I was stupid with numbers) I just started weeping uncontrolably and disrupted the class while attempting to leave. The professor stopped me and tried to get me to calm down. She thought I was just going through Test Anxiety, but when she stopped me from leaving, my anxiety overcame me and I fainted. I was taken to the university health center. I don't remember much after that, but next thing I knew I was escorted to St. Michael's Hospital right away for emergency psychiatric treatment. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to be considered crazy. The fourth ward in that hospital is known throughout town as THE place where they put all the mentally ill. I had to be sedated to be there. I was surrounded by young women who were constantly trying to committ suicide. One of them busted her head open on a door and had to be put into a padded cell to prevent her from furthering harm against herself. I made desparate phone calls to friends who all, after I got out of the hospital, avoided me.
Worst of all, I lost my best friend, Tom, after being diagnosed and treated for bi-polar disorder. No matter how much I tried to explain it to him, he wouldn't listen. December 1997 Tom diagnosed me as damaged goods, a crazy person, a throw-away friend best left to be forgotten in a mental institution, and even worse, he thought that, since he was getting married, that I had lost my mind over him and was a danger to his brand new wife. The few friends I kept after my diganosis and hospitaliziation, laughed about this, laughed especially when Tom requested that I stay out of his marriage ceremony because he thought I would disrupt the service. My friend Sterling started to call me "Ninja Val" after that because he thought I looked cute as a little pudgy girl dressed in black about to jump on the bride and groom on the cake or something silly like that.
The February of 1998 was better for me. Not only was I finally getting the therapy and financial help I needed, I also got a job at my favorite store Hardly Ever (later the name changed to Vagabond Imports) working with a lady who has known me since I was a wee silly idiot from high school. I stayed at the local Salvation Army for four months, doing many odd jobs and even losing my sleep working at a bakery to get myself out of the Salavation Army -- my experience staying there was horrible. Not only was I constantly harassed by well-meaning Christians to convert to their religion, I also had to put up with recovering drunks and drug addicts also staying in that place. So busy was I trying to get myself out of being homeless, I never heard about my hospital bill because I no longer had any address for my mail to come to. I assumed the hospital bill just went to a collection agency.
And that was that.
Until someone who had already proved himself untrustworthy and desparate, used my personal information to dig up any dirt he could on me, and discovered I was on an old warrant list on a Portage County website. It sickens me to know that somewhere he is reveling in the fact that he got me arrested, but let it be said: I WAS ARRESTED ONLY FOR CONTEMPT OF COURT NOT FOR ANY CRIMINAL ACTION ON MY PART. I have not harrassed this man. I only did my civic duty by reporting his abuse of my trust.
The only other time I was in the mall this week was to pick up my paycheck, which was supposed to be sent to my residence. When it did not arrive on the day and time I was assured by the company's district manager said it would, I got worried and figured that it was most likely sent to the Mall. However, I was not going to confront *former boss* one more time to get what was due me. I followed my gut feeling that he might still be working there and just asked a janitor I knew to escort me to the Mall office. When we got there, I was told by Danielle (one of the managers at the mall) that Tim was behaving strangely toward customers and other merchants. I was not told details, just told by *a mall manager* that "there was a big shouting match" that morning between the two of them. I waited about a half hour while she and several other people who worked in the mall searched for my check. When they didn't find it, I went on my way to my friend Dala's, like I promised her I would, to find that *my former boss* had stopped by her business and left my paycheck there. I was alarmed that he had my check, even further alarmed that he tried to convince Dala that the only reason why I quit *that store* was because I refused to take off my pentagram.
I have never been offended by anyone telling me that they are uncomfortable looking at my pentagram. In fact I usually use that as an opportunity to assure them that, just because we are of different religions, I believe in freedom of religion, but I also believe that religion should stay out of the workplace and would happily tuck my pentagram under my collar if my employer was offended that I'm pagan. BUT no such confrontation took place during the two days I worked for *former boss*. In fact he spent most of the time telling me that he was a spiritual person who also believed in freedom of religion, so I never felt that he was offended by my beliefs OR by my choice of symbolic jewelery. It just seems like he's grasping at straws to save face.
I didn't think anything more of it, but then after *former boss* got into an altercation with *other manager at mall* from yesterday, he decided to call the police on me to report that I have been harassing him since he fired me. Truth is, he didn't fire me, I quit (you know the story by now) because I did not feel secure working with someone who was embezzelling money out of the register and asking me to lie about who he was for him. He knew that I had asked off from work for the day of December 9th because Dala would be without her usual help for that Saturday. Dala told me that perhaps I shouldn't come in to help her that day, but I told her that I felt safe around her and didn't think this guy would go as far as trying to physically or deliberately harm me while I was at her store. I refused to let this guy try to ruin my friendship with people I've known for many years downtown. And, after a week staying indoors, hidden from people, I was anxious to be out, dammitt!
The cop I talked to last week Saturday did not put our meeting in writing and only instructed me to meet with a detective last Monday, but I did not meet with a detective becacuse after I spoke to *district manager* of *company that owns the kiosk where I used to work* I was assured that his company would take care of things. Karl also told me that there was an investigation ongoing over *ex-boss's* behavior at work anyway, so needless to say I thought I did what was right and was happy to escape a sticky, complicated situation I did not sign up to be a part of, but found myself sadly in the middle of.
I didn't -- DON'T want this fucker to impede my freedom from enjoying my walks through the mall every afternoon (it's how I get exercise and can socialize with folks without having to brave the weather when it gets too cold). I DON'T want him to keep me from finding work. And I certainly will fight for my honor and do whatever it takes to make sure my name is clear. What I didn't suspect was that he would use my personal information to get me arrested! Let it be said that I was not arrested for harassing him, I was arrested for a past due bill I owed to St. Michael's Hospital. I never harassed him, in fact I stayed out of the mall all week to avoid running into him, but I felt safe at Dala's and he knew that and did everything he desparately could to make my life more difficult for reporting him.
All I wanted was a decent job working with decent, friendly people. But what I got in return was deciet and threats. All I want is to pay my overdue bills and keep myself in the clear. Yet here I am, having to defend myself against a stranger who wanted to use me as a cover for his illegal activity, and when I not only refused to cover for him, I also reported him RIGHT AWAY, I'm the poor idiot who gets threatened to be put in jail for an unresolved civil matter from nearly ten years ago. What sort of place am I living in? How can I renew my faith in humanity now?
It's a pity that I couldn't use my only paycheck from *former place of employment* to pay rent, but at least my father sent me enough to afford me some groceries this month, so I think we'll be okay. I'm really sorry all this escalated like this, but it shows you why I was so uncomfortable to try to stay working at that job, uncomfortable enough to do my civic duty and report *ex-boss's* illegal activity. I believe in karma, so I hope that by finally clearing up my hospital bill and continuing to cooperate with the Stevens Point Police Dept., justice will be done and I'll get to look back on all this and have a long laugh!
About the most interesting thing about being arrested, was getting my finger and hand prints done on a brand new fancy computer straight out of some show like CSI. There was no need for ink, just had to put my hand on a panel that lit up and copied my prints onto a computer screen. By the time I had to be photographed, I stopped worrying about my situation enough to fret over my appearance.
Why do I get the feeling that someday my old mug shots will be shown to a public that will later adore me for my talents? I can just imagine. I took a look at my mug shots and really cried my heart out. Even though I didn't have to spend another second in that small town jailhouse, I am still broken hearted.
All I wanted was a nice holiday job...
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