Our Judicial System At Work

I don't really care if anyone agrees with me or not.

I have not had much faith in our judicial system for a long time. I've always thought that you are NEVER innocent until proven guilty.......you are guilty until you prove your innocence.

The media takes over and they put people out to dry before the trial even begins. They create hysteria. The general public sometime appear to be small sheep ready to be led .  People develop biases and begin to chant "Hang Her High". I swear it was like a witch hunt with Nancy Grace at the head of the pack.

Believe me when I say that I'm sure Casey had something to do with her child's death...but possibly so did her parents or that meter guy?? I don't know...........all I do know is that there were too many questions that were not answered.

There was a reasonable doubt............which makes it impossible to convict someone.

I'm not much on fighting about all this.........I just know what I believe. I see all the post on face book wishing her death and damnation. I wonder if those people could be trusted to be on any jury.........

My faith in our system was given a bit of a boost by not convicting her. She may be guilty as hell.....so might OJ or Michael Jackson......I don't know. I only know what the facts said..........and the facts created reasonable doubt.

The mistake I think that the prosecution made was to have all the possible charges lumped into one case. I'm not sure if they could have seperated them.

She was found NOT guilty of any serious charges. Thursday the judge will pass down sentencing.
She was found guilty on four counts of providing false information to law enforcement, which are misdemeanors. It's possible she could be released from prison later this week.

Josie

She and I shared so many times I don't even know where to begin but I will tell you before her illness she was my best friend. I didn't meet her as a young woman. She was not my childhood friend. We met on the tennis courts.

Our friendship just evolved like so many friendships do. We hung out a few times. I thought she was out of my socio-economic group but she was a down to earth person. I don't know if Gina is attending her service but I remember when she told Josie, "you could drive my car." Gina was a young girl just starting off... not much money...two kids ....really struggling.  Josie on the other hand.......well, lets just say she wasn't hurting for too much.

We joined a team later on and that was the beginning of the Royals.

Captain, Me, Bill Gullickson, Lori and Josie

Back in the day we had lots and lots of  parties  and more than a few  had to have some sort of theme. No event was too small. A party was always needed.

 Josie and I became fast friends when our sons began  to "misbehave". We swapped war stories and played tennis like there was no tomorrow.





As our children grew so did our friendship. Our friendship was made of more than just our mutual love for  tennis and our children.

We shared a love for travel and adventure. We became travel buddies for the short trips that I could take. She was always ready to 'hit the road'. If I said "Josie, let's go." She would be ready in a flash. Our farthest trip was Germany. We spent a week there with friends. Some of our shorter trips included a week in West Virginia skiing, a week in San Francisco, a quick "save the children" trip to NC to pick up my grand girls, a week long visit from her and her hubby to our beach cottage and a few long weekend "girls only" trips for tennis.

 We shared a love for the books and history. . We could concoct the some pretty good  stories ourselves....together we were a pretty good team!

We loved to joke around.  There were times that we would be laughing so hard we'd really be rolling on the floor nearly (and yes a few times actually) peeing our pants. The silliest things could sometimes set us off and just looking at each other would send us into giggles again.

I remember the time she came to the courts with a nose ring in her nose. I was mortified. I wondered how I was going to keep her as my friend. She knew how I hated them. She continued the farce until we went out to lunch. At that time she was going to remove it so I would not be bothered. I started to yell "don't take it out" as the thought of watching her take it out was already making my stomach queasy..........then viola........it was a magnetic nose ring. I could have killed her..........we laughed and laughed and then I set the senerio for the party that was happening  that night. I got on the phone like any good Royal and started the grapevine gossip.........."OH MY GOD.....Josie got her nose pierced" I told everyone. The stage was set.......everyone tried to pretend they didn't notice cause I told them how proud of it Josie was. In the end Josie brought the attention to herself and started telling them how upset I was at lunch and how much she loved it. As she proceeded to ask people what they thought and they began to hem and haw, she came clean. Their expressions (as well as mine I suppose) were priceless. She had a good time with that practical joke.

We both loved to talk on the phone and would spend hour after hour talking about everything from raising children to the what really caused the Civil War. There were many afternoons that our husbands would come home and find us on the phone.

She felt giving back to the community was an obligation not a choice. She spent much time on her charities.

We would have hard core discussions about controversial subjects and our disagreements never led us out of friendship. She had a strong sense of  right and wrong. She was a stickler for etiquette. I think she must have had a Ms. Manners guide by her bedside.

I didn't visit her when she went to the nursing home the way I felt a friend should and if I had been the friend that was ill, I'm sure Josie would have visited me a lot more. I really couldn't bare to watch her deteriorate. I'm sure if she had had the least bit of her faculties in the end she would have forgiven me that.

We discussed what we wanted in life as well as in death and although I can't be there for her family at this time I know she would forgive me that too. What she wouldn't have forgiven me for would have been to not acknowledged that she really existed. She would have wanted me to let everyone know that she was a part of my world....that she made me smile.............that she made a difference in my life.

I loved her like my sister and I've missed her for a long time now.
 Her physical body is now gone but our memories will live on forever.

Christmas party at the Mango Tree. Josie center stage

The man of the hour

Always happy and full of fun.

Halloween at the Valentines

Wedding

I think we were singing "Crazy" by Patsy Cline

My 50th...sharing Josie's drink!

See that cheap ass pin? She gave that to me. I still have it. There's a story behind that too.

San Fran our last trip together.

 RIP Josie....I love you

Trying to Prove Who I Am

Well it's almost time for me to renew my driving license. Because of 9-11 I have to REALLY jump through hoops to get it renewed.

I think it is discrimination against women. The question asks, "have you ever gone by another name?" I've been married 2 times and of course I have my maiden name. I have to have my certified marriage certificate to prove that my name now is what it is. I have to prove  that I got a divorce. I have to have my certified birth certificate and a social security card and two pieces of mail addressed to me showing my address.

I've never gotten my marriage certificate so I pull up the application on line.......I decide that I'm going to "Virtually" order it since ordering it from the court takes  a lot more time and effort.They only accept  money orders and I have to send a self addressed stamped envelope (basically I'm lazy).

I get to the payment part and all is well. After I pay, I'm told I have to fax in a copy of an affidavit notarizing that I am who I say I am........WHAT????....geesh.....



I go to print out the affidavit to prove who I am and whose name is on it?? The Engineers!?!?!
They are now asking for him to prove who he is and that we are married. um.....Ok !?!?!

GRRRRR .........

In the mean time, we have to send off to renew our passports so we can go to the Galapagos. I got my passport in 2000. They requested a  birth certificate. I can't remember that they asked for anything else. For the renewal they ask for nothing except my original passport and a new picture.

Why can't I just show my passport to the license bureau? The government trusts who I am but my state doesn't ??

Go figure??

Triple D and Stuff

Sigh.........it's happening again. I often wonder if she will stop before she kills herself.

She was doing ok after her arrest. We decided to bail her out. I'm of a firm mind set that drug addicts do not belong in prison. I'm not sure where they belong but prison is not the place.

I thought pretty much she was using again 2 weeks ago. I always get this feeling of impending doom.....call it gut instinct. We've been testing her regularly and randomly. We did not get any positive results. I asked The Engineer if he knew of any drugs that wouldn't test out and he couldn't think of anything.

So last night I found her stash. A bunch of syringes and spoon with Roxy residue and low and behold.......a few pawn shop receipts.

We may be out 22K if she doesn't show up for court. I may try to get her bondsman to revoke her bail........don't know yet what this future will hold.

On a positive note.......I've been knitting my brains out. Here are just a few of my completed projects

Cabled Knit Cap

Cabled Scarf

Raglan Sleeve Sweater (I look like a wooly mammoth in it!)

Felted Slouch Bag

I find that this activity is stress relieving. Too bad I couldn't knit me a river.....it would flow for miles and miles. I don't want to add up the cost of my endeavors but I'm sure I've not spent as much as a therapist would cost.

I had arthroscopic (good thing for spell check. I thought you spelled that surgery with an "O") surgery on my knee back in May and am almost good as new. I'm back out on the tennis courts with a bit of swelling and stiffness but soon.........it'll be all good.

I'm leaving next week to go home to take care of mom. She had a total knee replacement last Tuesday. So far she is not home because she is running a fever but hopefully she will get to go home soon. I don't want to stay there if she is still hospitalized. The nurses are saying she may have to go to a rehab facility if she doesn't get her strength back quicker. I don't get it. Of course her strength is bad...she has just spent 3 days total bed rest and they are feeding her a healthy dose of morphine........what do they expect???

The Engineer and I are planning a trip to the Galapagos Islands in November. This, I can't wait for!!! The Anahi is the boat we plan to take. It's and 8 day cruise and then we will spend a few days in Ecuador.

Anahi

Embassy Scarf (Knit Scene, Summer 2011)

I'm knitting this wrap to take with me since it will be a bit chilly. I'm using a cotton and bamboo yarn that feels really yummy!!

Out of here for now.

Tax Season

As tax season is nears the "MAD RUSH" to complete a return, I have a second to come on here and say hello.

Life is going ok with a few minor glitches....but hey...if it weren't for bad times how would I recognize the good??  Hum......

I think about writing every day and just don't have the the time or inclination to do it...........but soon.

I await the end......................

Black Mamba

 Featuring the Unknown Musician. His first recorded  composition.

http://soundcloud.com/scherzi/black-mamba

Sunday Smiles

                                                 1.How Do You Catch a Unique Rabbit?

Unique Up On It.
 
2. How Do You Catch a Tame Rabbit?

Tame Way..
 
3. How Do Crazy People Go Through The Forest ?

They Take The Psychopath.
 
4. What do you call a Botanist that's been fired?

Deflowered.

5. What Do Eskimos Get From Sitting On The Ice too Long?

Polaroids.

 6. How do you make antifreeze? 

Steal her blanket.
 
7. What is Atheism ?

A non-prophet organization.

 
8. What Do You Get When You Cross a Snowman With a Vampire?

Frostbite. 

 9. What Lies At The Bottom Of The Ocean And Twitches?

A Nervous Wreck.
 
10. Why Don't Blind People Like To Sky Dive?

Because It Scares their Dog.

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NONNA

Anne died when she was 11 years old. She had leukemia. She was the last of the children the Engineer's mom would have. There were 4 boys and 1 girl. Anne was brilliant as Nonna is still known to say. She was wise beyond her years as I've always known dying children to be.

I've been with the Engineer for almost 32 years. We've been married for 28. His mother has always been a source of support, humor, and wisdom. She has been where my mom could never be.......there for me.

Some of her words of wisdom are as follows:

When the Criminal was sentenced to 5 years in a federal prison, he was 20. Triple D and the Unknown Musician were 8 and 5. I became depressed. I told the Doc that although I wouldn't kill myself,  I wouldn't move if someone came across the yellow line.  The Doc deemed me suicidal and gave me medications to help. When I called Nonna and told her what was going on she parted with these words of wisdom........."WHAT?? You want to die?? If that happens, the Engineer will  just marry some slut and she'll raise your kids??? Do you want that to happen??"

I don't think the meds would have worked any better......

Another time I remember is when the Engineer and I were having (well I guess I was just having) marital problems. I would call Nonna all the time. I couldn't talk to my mom. All I got from her was, "Why can't you be thankful? He works and supports you really good. What more do you want???" So I would vent to Nonna. Nonna's favorite saying for any problem I was having was "he learned from the Master" ( his dad). Grumpy Gramps could/can be arrogant in his knowledge of things and feels that there are many who know much less than he. This mostly means Nonna. He never believes that she might have some sort of ability to read and decipher what she's read. He will say stuff like, "where did you read that at? National Inquirer?"

Back in her younger days Nonna would have created quite a scene. Sometime she still does but, hey, at 84 she has mellowed a bit.

Anyway........

At one point my complaints were more along the lines of loneliness because the Engineer traveled so much. The kids were small and I couldn't go out to play tennis too much. I would call and whine about not having any adult companionship and when the Engineer was home.......well, what can I say, he is an Engineer.

Finally she says to me, "Lucy, what you have is a case of the housewife blues. Now there are many ways I can think of that can help you get over this. One way would be to go back to school. You could take a class or two in the mornings." I thought this over for a bit and I told her I thought that it was a really good idea. In the next breath she said slyly, "or you could just have an affair. It doesn't cost very much and  that would definitely get you over your blues!"

I had been near tears when the conversation started......after that........AWWW, LAWDY!!! There were tears but they were from laughing so hard. Later I told the Engineer what his mom had said. It didn't "straighten" him out...after all, he learned from the Master.

Over the years she has always been there to give me her advise and offer comfort. She loves my kids for who they are not who she thinks they should be. It's truly an unconditional love.

The Engineer didn't want me to call his mom and tell her about Triple D. He was afraid she would worry too much. He was gone this week and I called anyway. I had no one to talk to and I surely wasn't going there with my unsympathetic mother.

In between my sobs of sorrow she cooed and consoled and offered all she had. In the end she gave me this bit of wisdom that stopped my tears.

She said, "Lucy, there is always hope. Triple D, even the Criminal, may come around and eventually do something good. There is always hope of this. Do you know why Lucy? They are alive."

Standing: PIT, LL, Me. Seated: Triple D, Nonna, Baby

Nonna still has close relationships with her ex-daughter's in laws and I know if anything were to every happened to the Engineer and I, I would still have a friend in Nonna.

"O" is My Favorite Letter

 

You are an opiate;

so very obvious.

I am obsequious.
I am an obstacle.

We are obsessed.

This was prompted by Missed Periods post. There are more "O" words that I like. 

Orgasm cums to mind! ha! I made a joke!! 

Origami....Opal...Original......probably a lot more but you tell me.....

Samurai Warriors

Playing checkers in the park with the old guys, has never been as competitive as playing Mahjong in a field of lilies with the Samurai!

 

I did it!  I did it!! 137 characters!!! 

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The Saga Continues

No matter how bad things are, I still love Triple D. That's the strange thing about having a kid. You want to hate them but you just can't. Your heart breaks and you cry until you're dry but no matter how hard you try....you just can't hate them. Yes Robert, my grief is so heavy I feel I can hardly breath sometimes.

I tried to hate the Criminal. I spent many years kicking myself....questioning ..........I know it's not my fault my children have fallen into bad behaviors. I raised them to be better than this. We aren't "white trash." We don't live in "crime town." We are not in the low socioeconomic group. I'm not, nor is the Engineer.....an abusive parent, a drunk, a drug addict, or mentally ill. (well not that we know of anyway! sigh......my try at humor!) 
sorry Missed Periods...how in the hell do you punctuate a sentence like that??....and thanks for your support too! 

Why all this has happened I can't say.
 
In my previous post I mentioned that the police were unwilling to help and I'd find out if they were just lazy or what. In the state of Florida you have to evict a person from your home. If you tell that person to leave and they have lived in your home for a period of time (like a kid or a friend),  you have to evict them. The police can't search their room because everyone, even our grown children, are given a right to privacy. So Kelly, even though it's not as drawn out as a real tenant, you have to go through legal proceedings. Yeah the state of Florida has some strange laws. The cops aren't lazy.

So here we go with what went on......

Wednesday, January 12th, continued 

When I first get to the court house, I check out the law library and get an eviction notice to put on Triple D's door.
 I spent the better part of today in the court house getting the Marchman Act set up. I also request a restraining order in case the Marchman Act doesn't go through. As it goes, you have to have documentation stating your case. After I finished my blog , I spent a few hours writing a 2 pages summary of what has happened in the past year. 

I'm relieved that I have done something to help Triple D but distressed that the restraining order, if approved, may get her in jail. I'm confused over what I want to happen.

I want her to go back to detox. I don't want her to come home. I'm willing to set her up in a half way house for a month but she has to be clean in order to go there. I don't want her in jail........cause I hate that thought.

As it turns out, I may not have any choice. What happens next is just crazy......

A police officer who is the investigating officer on a robbery that Triple D "witnessed" on Sunday night wants to stop by and ask her a few question. I tell Detective Smith that she is not here. She starts asking me about the car that Triple D drives...."do you drive the car too or is it just her?"......"how often do you drive it?"......"would you say you and Triple D share the car?".... 

Triple D wrecked the car on Sunday night too but the story I got from that was she hit a parked car.  My first thought is SHIT....she was the get away person........NOOOOOOOOO


The cops come over for a third time in a row. Det. Smith is very pleasant and when I ask her questions about the car she just says she wants to look inside of it. She has to determine that I use the car too, otherwise, she has to get Triple D's permission to search it. 


We sit and talk for a while and as it is turning out.......Triple D may have helped set up this robbery. There was a girl who had her purse stolen from her home buy a guy who had a gun...........not looking good is it??


Anyway.......they search the car and take a few things. In the process of looking they find a spoon under the carpet in the trunk that clearly indicates Triple D's drug use. They can't use that against her because ... I could have put it in the car?!?! Ok well......um............whatever....... 


They tell me they have caught one person and they are looking for another one. I take that to mean that there are 2 robbers. 


After the cops leave, I call Triple D's boyfriend, Mighty Man-Man. He asks if Triple D would do such a thing.......sigh........


Drug addicts are like vampires......vultures.......they steal from those who "have" so they can get their supply replenished. When I ask the cops if drugs are involved the answer is "YES." The girl who was robbed was someone with a supply.....she also had a bit of money. I've known that this stuff happens amongst the drug crowd but they never call the cops. They just chalk it up to stupidity of not knowing who they are dealing with.......so this gal didn't care. Can you imagine?? "HELP!! I've been robbed!!! Someone just held a gun to my head and stole my purse and all my pills!!!" um........yeah..........whatever...... not that it makes it right but in my opinion they all get what they deserve.  This is why I had no problem allowing the cop to search the car.


Thursday, January 13th  

I wait for the most part of today for the judge to make his ruling. Finally the Marchman Act is approved as well as the restraining order. 

The Detective last night told me when Triple D came home she would question her and then set the Marchman Act in motion.

I go down to the court house to pick up the papers and just as I pull into the parking lot Triple D calls me from a pay phone. I tell her that she needs to call the Detective. I hang up and call the cop with the pay phone number that my phone showed. 

I find out that the person in custody is her "friend" who was also a "witness." She has been charged
with, home invasion with a deadly weapon and conspiracy to commit robbery...........geesh........... I'm a bit scared but if Triple D has had anything to do with this crime.....she needs to go to jail.

Friday, January 14th 

Mighty Man-Man calls first thing this morning and tells me he has talked to Triple D on facebook. He has told her she needs to come in and talk to the detective. 

Triple D calls me and I tell her her "friend" has been arrested. She is screaming at me that I've incriminated her. I tell her calmly that if she didn't have anything to do with the crime then she will be ok. She says she didn't .  I tell her that if she hadn't lied so much, I would  be able to believe her. I would  know that she didn't do anything.

I tell her that the cops think she is a part of it. I tell her that they've taken 'stuff' from the car that may prove that the robber was in her car. I tell her that if she knew this person was going to rob this girl that she will probably be in trouble too.  

Triple D tells me that she should probably have a lawyer. I tell her that she probably should. She asks who am I going to hire. I laugh.........she starts to cry and asks if that is why the Criminal is in jail. I laugh again and say the Criminal is in jail cause he committed a crime. I tell her to ask for a public defender. They have to have a lawyer present if she asks.

She says she will think about all this..............in the mean time Mighty Man-Man is calling and upset and wanting to go find her. 

Short story long? Mighty Man-Man finds her, brings her in, she gets arrested. 


Soooooooo
Gorilla Bananas 
I didn't need the Marchman Act after all.

GG and Monkey Man, 
Hopefully this IS the rock bottom. It can't get much lower.

Thanks Blondie for your wishes of strength.  I have a feeling. I'm gonna need it.

I hate that it's come to this but I guess it was bound to happen.


 

Triple D Adventure

Monday January 10
The snot nosed, punk cop with the bug-eyed glasses falls in love with the brown eyed sweet talking drug addict.


He talked to her first. She told her tale of woe. She said all she wanted to do was use the car to go pawn her culinary knife set. She spoke of the mother who accused her of drug use daily; of how her life was a piece of shit because her mother was always on her case. She swore she had no drugs and told him she thought that her mother had lost her mind. She even offered for the cop to look into her purse for the imaginary drugs her mother thought she had. I saw from a distance how he leaned towards her and looked in her purse and knew she had him "hooked" on her charms. Her demeanor was so calm; reserved; quiet spoken.

I yelled something to the effect "Tell him what you did," and he asked me if I needed assistance with a stern voice. I said no and he instantly walked over to me. In his bug glasses I could see my reflection. It was a face of a distraught woman, one who had been threatened; one who had been stolen from; one who was at her wits end trying to figure out how to get out of this hell. He asked me what the problem was. I began my tale of woe.

I told him she was using drugs and had been in and out of  rehab for a year now. He said, "sorry ma'am I didn't find any drugs on her." I told him she stole my credit card and had just come back from probation saying she had used. He said the probation officer had not violated her and I told him I already knew  because I had called him too. I told him she was trying to take the car. He said she could (even though her name is NO where on the title) because she has had use of the car in the past. I told him I wanted her out of the house. He told me file an eviction notice. I told him she had a small child. He said call the Department of Children and Families. I told him she threatened to hit me. He said she didn't. I said.........am I suppose to wait until she actually hits me or does some harm before you'll do anything?

This is when he turns ugly. He leaned towards me too but I can see the furrow above his bug eyes. He says "DON'T. YOU. BE. LITTLE. ME." I look at him like he's insane and all I can say is "huh?" He tears into to me then and tells me how he saw that I was rolling my eyes at him when he was talking to Triple D and how I looked at him with disdain each time he told me what the law said. I told him he was wrong and if I did roll my eyes it was out of frustration. I told him I would never belittle anyone (especially a cop, I'm not crazy...for real). That's when he said I should be more aware of how I look at people. I start to cry. (I REALLY hate when that happens).

He walks away from me without saying another word. He stops to talk to Triple D before he leaves. I suppose he told her not to take the car because she goes in the house.

Later, when dinner is almost ready, I hear a light pounding in her room. We sit down to dinner. When she comes to the table, I realize the pounding was probably her crushing a pill since she is glassy-eyed and smiling.

Tuesday January 11

I talk to Baby's dad and tell him he has to keep Baby until I get Triple D out of the house. The situation is too volatile and I really don't think any child should have to see what is going on.

It appears that she has called a detox center and is waiting for a bed so pretty much I wait too.

As the day progresses, she gets up and wonders around. I hear her calling people trying to find money. I go on the net to see if I can find the judge that has her case. I am thinking that if I call and plead, he may expedite a violation. I can't find it anywhere.

Evening is nearing and Triple D asks if I'm going to buy her cigarettes. I ask if she is kidding me. She says no and I tell her she has to earn a pack. I'm not buying a carton........no way Jose`.

She jerks the phone away from me and says she understands why The Criminal  destroyed the house. Of course that was my fault too because I'm such a "cunt bitch."

I hear her screaming at, I'm guessing , her dad. Probably asking him to buy her cigarettes. The Engineer buys NO cigarettes, anytime, anywhere. She throws the phone at me and storms into her room, slamming the door.

I hear a loud crash and grab the phone, fingers ready for 911. I yell Triple D's name and I continue to hear crashing sounds. I dial the number. 

She comes out of her room. I step back and she shoots me the bird as she walks out the front door.

I'm talking to dispatch and she is trying to get into the car. The Engineer  disabled the car the night before. I tell dispatch, "Oooo this is really gonna piss her off, I hope someone is gonna be here soon." She comes back into the house and trashes a few more things in her room. She tells me I'm next. She fake charges at me and I jump back. She laughs and leaves again. The whole while I'm on the phone with dispatch.

We live on a dead end surrounded by water so there is only one way off our street. I watch her go around the corner and am assured that the police are just on the next street and will probably pick her up and talk to her first.

The Engineer's car is the first car that comes down the road after this. Guess who's in the car? Yeap....Triple D. She gets out of the car and calls me a few names and leaves again. The Engineer looks clueless so I fill him in on what has happened.

Finally the cops get here. We go through the whole song and dance all over again but he is much nicer and can figure out all my eye rolling and sighing is from frustration.

I ask him if dogs can sniff out Oxy? He tells me "yes" and he has his dog in the car. I ask him to search her room and he says he can't do that. I say it's my house and he says it's her room. DAMN?!?! Nothing about this makes any sense what so ever. I tell the cop Triple D has told me she has a place to go until detox calls. (We've been through this before too. How can detox call her? she has no phone?? yeah right) I ask if this means we don't have to let her back into the house. He says "no" we have to let her in if she comes back. Ahhh, well, hell...........FML......

Wednesday January, 12

As I write this story, I'm hoping I don't see Triple D today at all. She usually will stay gone for a few days and come home all beat up from partying. I don't have any reason to believe that it will be different this time.

I found the name to the judge. I'm calling him this A.M. I'm headed to the court house at 9 to see about a Marchman Act being done. The cops are useless without an order. I don't know if it is the state of Florida or if the cops don't want to waste their time. Who knows.......I'm about to find out.

Planet Da-roo

He was an alien from Da-roo  

Who loved women in blue.

Killing with his crush      

They become mush

Then he adds them to his evening stew.

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