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Mr. Spin,

      I don’t understand what makes you so high and mighty.
Was it that you didn’t amount to much until you inherited you parent’s properties?

I guess it’s as if you get to be the boss for the first time in your life.
I don’t know what it is, but I sure wish to God it wasn’t an issue for ever having any dealing with you  for what’s so ever.

You got it all wrong. I should have been able to pass through your life and made your little garage some kind of historical landmark, for all times. It happens to be the place the Synchro-tooler was born. It’s the most revolutionary tool box ever conceived and I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am for you not seeing that. But the sad thing about it is that you’ve just turned it all into bad history.

I also realize that you don’t know or understand that you really don’t know is actually doing down. For you I’m sure you are contemplating going down and spending the $ 75.oo on the court order proceeding to get me legally thrown out of there. But I can tell you that you can save that money and applied it to what you are about to lose on rent. I just can’t morally pay you anything. And if you think you are going to get any money out of me; it’s just not going happen. I would not give a red cent to anyone who poisoned the shit out of me. I would have rather had you break my nose or arm or something than to wonder what kind of liver or lung damage I received from your little power trip. The neurological damage is something that can be is even less obvious at first and one can’t push aside just what kind of cancer might evolve from your malicious assault.  I’m sitting here with some kind of rash going across my chest like I’m never had before and I truly wonder why you are still out their walking the streets. I heard on the street the other day that someone out there actually saw you actually do it to me.
      The scariest part of it to me is that I actually think the US government has a video of you doing it, From what I gather, even if a person is a matter of national security, that doesn’t mean a person of little significant warrants a simple 24 surveillance track from across the highway would be too much for them to set up. I say this because if I was a secret service agent, I want to make sure someone didn’t go over there and plant a bomb in the garage.

You may think this is all bullshit but if you read recent entries on my journal pages you may discover just as I that there has been several things that truly happened within the last month that only indicate that my suspicions may not be so farfetched.

Then there is another html file I would like to mention. It’s a hidden one because I didn’t actually want Braidin to know about. It’s sort of like a secret sting operation I’ve had go down with a few local followers along with other’s throughout the world.  The plan was not mentioning to the general public just what was going down in the garage next to mine.

The Loop in a web page that was meant to be hard to find because we were going to see if Braidin would do more than sell methamphetamines just two blocks from an elementary school.  We were going to see if he was going to set up a meth lab also.

His friend said he had the makings of a nice kitchen, but Braidin said it was more like enough stuff for a lab. (And what do you think James was planning to do in the little room he had built in the back.) However, the word on the street is that Braidin has been informed by his girlfriend that we were on to him, but I’m not so sure about that.

If he knows about evidence I got on him with all his little drug dealings going down, you may realize why I ready don’t want to go over there with him being in such a situation.    

You can bet that I will be moving out of there just as soon as I can. I don’t want to even touch my stuff until I can find somewhere else. I haven’t been able to work because of you. And now I have to go over there and clean all the toxic substance of my things so that I can even move the stuff without poisoning myself even further. I’m planning on getting the Environmental Protection Agency over there next week to tell me if it may even be safe for me to do so. I’m sure they would tell me to wear a mask and rubber gloves to wash everything with bleach or something. I happen to think you should be the one who should be doing but I don’t want you around me or even my stuff because I feel you have some kind of evil going on and I like to stay away from evil as much as possible..

There is one thing for sure; you can expect to receive a summons to appear in court. It will probably be a case in which the Sheriff’s department is being sued for spreading fraudulent child molesters about me. On August 23, 2010, Brandin confessed that his brother, whom happens to be a local Sheriff, had told him that I was a child molester. A case in which I must file for within the next four or five months.

I have eleven months to file a claim against you for your malicious act, but that is determined if I come up with the evidence and if I do, you should be worried about the criminal charges that could stem from it. Never the less I happen to know how the US Justus system works and you may be just lucky enough to get away with it, just as the many other crimes committed against me.  But the thing that makes me confident you will go down is thing called publicity. Being a part of history tends to put a person right up there way and beyond a Facebook web page. I’ve got thousands logging on each week and they have watched all this shit go down.

Apparently you already know about the Local_Loop

So I don’t need to say anything further.

In return I received this Email from Gary thisI

What gets me is that Gary doesn't realize is that the cops are most likely well aware of the Loop by now and they tend to protect their own. The cops are not about to find anything interesting in braiden's garage other than a few idioms of questionable ownership.

There is one thing we may discover out of all this. Is to whether it was Braiden or Gary who sprayed the insecticide.
     But I'm pretty good at adding 2 + 2 together and I think we all know who the guilty party is. There is another question we all may have. Is my life's welbeing going to be put in jeopardy? Is the police force about protecting anybody?

Reguardless, you may be thinking just as I do. That Braiden should have just let me finish my little project and there would have been no problems for any of us.
Braiden screwed me, he screwed Gary, and he screwed himself. And it all reasulted for a stupid cop spreading phoney rumors.