Months of being fucked with

These "counseling sessions at hangar 282 lasted for months.  I felt like the murder suspects in A&E networks reality series "The First 48".  Where they put the murder suspect in an interview room with 1 or 2 homicide detectives.  And they get peppered with questions trying to catch the suspect in a lie.

I too was constantly pulled in a room with 1 or 2 officers and peppered with questions.  Like they were trying to catch me in a lie.  My crime was refusing to play along with the plan that I marry my stalker.  Lisa Morris.

For years I have wondered why I was fucked with so hard.  The officers playing this game with me.  A full time job.  This was just a collateral duty for them.  Obviously Lt Kelly/Lt Schultz were instructed to do this by someone above them in the chain of command.  So why was so much effort put in.

My gut instinct has always been the Morris clan offered $$$$.  More to come at a later date on this hypothesis.

I suspect Butch Morris, who drove an army general around in his army days got the idea from overhearing talk amongst the army brass about leaning on junior people to make them come around.  

DK2 Willie Simon

Other people within the squadron were eventually sent to "talk" to me.  And obvious 1st one would be the other disbursing clerk in the squadron.  Willie Simon.  So he made several runs at me, and he was always saying to me "play ball".  Meaning he wanted me to play along with their little scenario where I cooperate in their goal of marrying my stalker (Lisa Morris).  And I was, at this point still politely cooperating with  them.  In that I was calmly repeating the truth over and over.  As I was being treated as some type of criminal for not seeing things their way.  No direct accusations were ever made.  I was being treated like a troubled junior enlisted man in need of counseling.  Eventually he brought in the previously mentioned squadron personnel officer.  LT Dave Schultz.  So this is the point where I start to get pissed.  Seeing the obvious.  That the squadron intedded to keep fuckin with me until I submitted to their wants.  So this was the first time I dared people above me in the squadron to "bring me up on charges".  As Simon was black, he had already proved he didn't like me due to my white race.  And there was also the "shitbird" factor.  Tied in to my failure to maintain proper personal hygiene.  Which I fully admit was a major fault with me at that point in time.  So Willie says "okay", as he wanted me out of the squadron and his world.  He had been trating me like shit ever since day one.  Lt Schultz was sitting there.  And told Simon that wasn't going to happen.  Simon says "you have to bring him up on charges".  You could tell he wanted my ass on a platter badly, by the way he said it.  So Schultz tells Simon he is the one who will be brought up on charges if he continues to push.  And guarantees Simon he will lose 2 stripes.  Which was possible at court martial.  He and Schultz go back and forth on this during these counseling sessions with me over the coming days and weeks.  And Schultz repeats his 2 stripe promise a couple of times.  At one of these later times Schultz tells Simon when he loses 2 stripes he will then put me in charge of straightening him out.  And asks him if that is what he wants.  Simon says "no".

LT Randall Kasamoto

So one day at hangar 282 Lt Kasamoto approaches me, with LT Candance Kelly present.  And starts talking to me about the "Wilson party"  in a delighted way.  As if he thought the "Wilson party" was cool, and that I had an idea of what he was talking about.  Lt Kelly looks at him asn tells Kasamoto that that subject is "classified", and that she is going to snitch him out to the VP-17 commanding officer.  Which was Commander Thomas T Verhoeff.  So obviously Kasamoto steps off.  What was the "Wilson party"???????

The only expanation I can come up with, and it is totally outrageous, but then again this entire scenario is totally outrageous and bizarre.  Expanation is I have other circumstantial evidence that the Morris clan offered $$$$$$ bribes $$$$$ to try and get their way.  So perhaps the Morris clan forked over $$$$$ for a party for the officers to cooperate in their stalking of Lisa Morris' declared soul mate.  Which was yours truly.

Candance Kelly

LT Candance Kelly was involved in most if not all of the "counseling" or harassment sessions I received at hangar 282 at the Naval Air Station at Barbers Point, Hawaii.  LT Dave Shulltz started out as the point man in these sessions.  And Kelly was observing.  And obviously this was game playing, as he was obviously dancing around instead of coming out with any direct accusation or formal charge.  He said at least once, and this is happening over days and weeks in a series of sessions, "there could be a marriage certificate out there".  So I would respond, "well then you need to produce a copy for proof".  Then he would instantly move on to another topic.  Like "she could commit suicide".  And I would say "well then Lisa Morris belongs in a mental hospital".  So this was all about head fuckin with me, vice any concrete accusation.  So it becomes obvious Schultz isn't making any headway.  In my mind at least a person would have to be an idiot to be let themselves be bullied into getting married to someone who weirded them out.  And that there was zero desire to be married to.  So no one would succeed with me in this objective.  Twila James had already offered me her pussy.  And she was hot.  And her daughter was hot.  And that tactic failed.

So Kelly tells Schultz she is taking over the point person position.  And Schultz says something about how he is a LT also.  And Kelly says "I'm senior".  And she takes over, and Schultz steps off.  And at some point Schultz stops even showing up for these counseling sessions.

At some point Candance Kelly plays the "she may commit suicide"  card.  And it almost played out word for word like the same conversation with dad's wife Doady (Isabelle) Gibbs.  I asked "would you marry someone who threatened suicide?".  Kelly "no".  Me "well then you are holding me to a differant standard than you are holding yourself.  That's not very good leadership".  Got the standard blank look with no response.  Guess there is not much you can come back with to that undeniable truth.

corporate culture

The term "corporate culture" popped up in every college management class I ever had.  It was a buzz word.  At least a few years ago.  And the Navy had it's own distinct corporate culture in the 80s.

Most junior enlisted men were under the age of 25.  After a person worked their way up to a more senior paygrade.  And was into his or her 30s, they were considered more mature.  And less prone to do immature stupid stuff an 18 year old, or 23 year old were prone to do.  There is a lot of truth to this.  And as a general rule I have no problem with this.

However, this mindset was used to try and bully me into getting married to Lisa Morris.  Which is an unprofessional distortion of this supervision of junior paygrade  mindset which was prevelant when I was a junior enlisted man.

I was subjected to this mindset that those over me in the chain of command knew how I should be living life better than I did myself.  And thus, I needed to just submit to their superior life experience, and marry Lisa Morris.

And obviously I reject this premise that a young man, or anyone, should be forced to marry someone they do not want to.

If someone has every seen the A&E network series "The First 48", in which real life homicide detectives are followed around by TV cameras, they have seen real life homicide suspects in interview rooms with homicide detectives peppering them with questions.  Trying to catch them in a lie.  This is what I felt like in the months I was called over to hangar 282 to be screwed with over Lisa Morris.  Only unlike many of the homicide suspects on "The First 48"  I was telling the complete unvarnished truth over and over and over to the point that I started to get pissed.  

Naval Air Station Barbers Point

So I was at NAS Barbers Point Hawaii.  Assigned to VP-17.  As a payroll clerk I was TAD to the disbursing office on base.  Which was part of the Personnel Support Detachment.

Had been there a week or 2.  Get a phone call from LT Dave Schultz.  A pilot in the squadron I was assigned to.  His collateral duty was also to serve as the squadron personnel officer.  I assume he was the closest thing to a division officer I had, as I was a  TAD person away from the hangar.  I cannot remember if LT Candance Kelly was involved in this initial interview, for lack of a better term.  So I get asked about Lisa Morris.  Which was an immediate indicator to me the Morris clan had been making phone calls.  And had been actually taken seriously by someone above me in the chain of command.

I don't remember this initial interview being intense.  And I assumed that since I had actually done nothing wrong, this would all go away quickly.

Boy was I wrong.

Jimmy Morris

On leave between Navy Finance Center and NAS Barbers Point.

Jimmy Morris asks me for my SSN.  My antenna buzzed.  And I asked him why he needed it.  He said something about maybe he might need "to catch up with me" in the Navy.  So despite my better judgement I gave it to me.  Weeks later I would understand the error of my ways.  As he probably used it to identify me to the Navy when the chain of command started fuckin with me over Lisa Morris.

His older brother Butch Morris drove a general around in the Army.  And probably understood the military, at that point in the 80s, used a persons SSN as identification

Bill Morris

I realize I am relating this story a little out of order.  This happened while on leave between the Navy Finance Center and Barbers Point.  After the attempted rope in by James Andrews.

Jimmy Morris tells me his dad, Bill Morris wants to talk to me.  So I still considered Jimmy Morris my best friend at this point.  Granted, maybe I shouldn't have.  It was like I realized he loved his younger sister.

So I am at his dad's house.  And Bill Morris tells me "You have no choice" in regards to Lisa.  So I say "I'm not cher nigger".  Jimmy was sitting down, and says "That's it" getting up like he's gonna attack me.  This shoulda been the point where I totally cut myself off from the Morris crew.  His dad calls him off.  And I leave.

So Jimmy starts calling my house for me.  And dad's wife Doady (Isabelle Gibbs) starts bitchin at me for not returning his calls.  And I mention the whole thing about he tried to attack me.  And ask her if she would return calls of someone who tried to attack her.  She stated the obvious, "no".  Eventually Jimmy gets ahold of me and asks if I still want to be his friend.  I tell him I'll let him know.  And don't call back quick.   So he calls back and pushes for an answer.  And I ask "you insist on an answer now?".  He says "yes".  So I'm all "okay if you insist on an answer, then the answer is no"  So Jimmy falls back on his whiney bitch begging.  I give in and agree to be his friend.

Later he asks me for my social security number.  I ask him why?  He shoots me a line of shit about possibly needing to catch up to me while I'm in the navy.  This is because the plan had already been laid to fuck with me thru senior navy officers in Hawaii.  His older brother Butch Morris had done an enlistment in the Army, and knew your SSN was how you were tracked in the military at that time.  And Butch had been a driver for a general, so he probably had first hand knowledge of how senior officers would lean on people for a "desired outcome".  Which I would be on the receiving end of sooner rather than later.

During this same conversation Jimmy starts talking about how Butch had never heard of a "patrol squadron" before.  So I ask Jimmy, "oh, so the Army has the submarine hunting mission?"  Jimmy, "well no".  Me, "why would he have heard of one then".  This tells me Butch was being treated as the military expert in his family in order to try and force me to submit to virgin daughter Lisa Morris.  By the way, who I had barely spoken to, let alone touched.  And had every legal right to be weirded out by, and reject.  

Twilight zone

So my tour with Patrol Squadron 17 (VP-17) at the Naval Air Station Barbers Point Hawaii was a lot like waking up in my personal episode of the twilight zone every morning.  Because there was so much bizarre stuff going on.  Bizarre enough stuff that I seriously question how it is possible to have so much bizarre events happening to and around any single individual.  If it hadn't happened to me personally, I would question the sanity of anyone who claimed all this stuff actually happened to them.  Sometimes you hear someone say fact is stranger than fiction.  And I say all the stuff that happened to me is a case of fact being stranger than fiction.  And especially the 3 years I was assigned to VP-17.

There were 2 disbursing clerk billits in each of the 5 VP squadrons homeported at NAS Barbers Point.  VP-1, VP-4, VP-17, VP-22.  So I check into VP-17.   DK1 Greg Davis was on his way out.  I was in effect his replacement.  And DK2 Willie Simon would be the other DK.  And all of the squadron DKs were TAD to Personnel Support Detachment (PSD) Barbers Point.  And we were a detachment of a parent command.  Personnel Support Activity Hawaii.  Which was 16 miles away at Pearl Harbor.  Simon is a black guy.  And I am 100% sure he didn't like mr because I was white.  He treated me like shit the whole time.  And at one point was trying to get me kicked out of the Navy.  And would have if he had an actual reason.

So this was going to be the first real navy disbursing office I had ever worked in.  And this particular disbursing office was way undermanned.  And had a real bad reputation as being really screwed up.  Of course the reason for it being screwed up was it was really undermanned.  That was proved before I left 3 years later when there was at least twice as many DKs there as when I arrived.  And was no longer screwed up.

It is a common practice in the Navy for a commanding officer to be able to request a senior enlisted person they believe can help them accomplish their commands mission.  And this had happened right before I arrived at PSD Barbers Point.  The CO, a felmale captain, and in the Navy a captain is an O6.  Full bird.  Not an O3 like in the Army.  The Navy calls it's O3s Lieutenants.  So this captain had asked for DKCM (E9) Leo Silvano to square away her screwed up disbursing office at the Naval Air Station Barbers Point.  Silvano was a power drunk little Phillipino.  A screamer.  More on him at a later date.  He was a major part of my personal twilight zone.

So Greg Davis called over to the hanger, and got a VP-17 Airman (E3) named Ron Brown to show me around the base.  So Brown shows up.  And be leave PSD.  From the start Brown starts quizzing me on per diem rates for various localities.  And I had never worked a single day in a travel section of a disbursing office.  In Browns mind he was testing me to see if I knew what I was doing.  Since I had never actually worked a day in a disbursing office, I knew next to nothing.  I knew the handful of things taught in my payroll clerk school at the Naval Air Station in Meridian, Mississippi.  And that had been a year and a half before.  Due to my tour at the Navy Finance Center in Cleveland.  So I tire of listening to Brown quiz me on per diem rates, and go to my room in the barracks, and keep him out.  So he goes back to disbursing and whines to Davis.  So I get a phone call to return to disbursing and have to explain why I ditched Brown.  They seemed to understand when I asked a 2nd class DK (female) named Terri Lange, how she would like to be quized on per diem rates.

Even DKs in a travel section don't keep more than a few per diem rates memorized and they are subject to change every 3 months.  So they usually just keep an up to date list at their desk to refer to as they need them.

Ron Brown wouldn't have understood that even if you explained it to him.  So he starts going around VP-17 telling people I didn't know what I was doing.  And I guess there was some truth to that as I was reporting to my first disbursing office.      

Dad and Doady

So I'm still on leave between the navy finance center and VP-17 at Barbers Point Hawaii.  This event I will describe totally contradicts dads personality.  He taught high school and ran a dairy operation on our 120 acre farm.  So he would tell psycho bitch mom since he held 2 full time jobs, the house and us kids were her job.  And he had a point I guess.  Dad didn't put very much effort into parenting.  Never had a sit down father so talk during my entire childhood.  So it was strange when at 23 years old while I was on leave between the Navy Finance Center and NAS Barbers Point, all of the sudden he wanted to have a sit down man to man talk.

You guessed it.  It was about how I needed to submit to Lisa Morris, and Marry her.  I gave my standard argument about how I never touched her, barely knew her, had the natural born right to sy who I married, etc...  And dad kept at it.  Never in my life had anything I ever done been that big a deal to him.  Smokin weed, drinkin beer, shitty grades in school.  None of it until this Lisa Morris thing.  So I will always have a strong suspicion the Morris family offered him money to rope me into the fold.

Even his 3rd wife Isabelle Gibbs (knickname Doady) got in on the act.  She said, "she may commit suicide".  So I asked Doady if she would marry someone if they threatened suiicide.  Now she shoulda saw this coming a mile away, and maybe considered a lie to save face.  But Doady answered "no".  So I pointed out the obvious.  Then I pointed out the obvious "you are holding me to a different standard than you are holding yourself.  How's it different?".  Got the standard blank look when I called someone on an undefensible act.  So dad made another run at me.  And Doady told him to step off.    

Dad was always so tight with money his asshole squeaks.  So it makes sense that he would come at me hard due to an offer of money.

I wonder how much he was offered to sell me down the river.

2nd permanent duty station

So my tour at the Navy Finance Center in Cleveland was only a little over a year.  So my 2nd set of orders was to Patrol Squadron 17 , home ported at the Barbers Point Naval Air Station on the Hawaiian Island of Oahu.

So I was given the standard 30 days leave between duty stations.  And I still considered Jimmy Morris a close friend.  So I had written him, and told him where I was going.  Now I had not seen his sister Lisa in around 2 years.  So I had forgotten her, and considered the whole soulmate thing she presented long over.  But obviously she found out I was going to Hawaii from her brother.  And this was like throwing gasoline on a fire.  And I had no idea what was coming as I had forgotten about her.

So I am on leave, and staying at my dad's place in Springfield.  James Andrews tells me on the phone he wants to take me out to dinner.  And I had no idea this was a set up.  So we meet for this dinner date.  And Andrews says he needs to talk to me first.  Then starts talking about Lisa not being over me.  As previously stated, I had forgotten about Lisa.  So I tell Andrews I don't know who he is talking about.  He ignores this, and keeps on going.  I tell him again i didn't know who he was talking about.  He then tells me it is Jimmy Morris' little sister.  Then I realize this is a set up.  And tell him I know Morris "roped him into doing this".  He lies and says he didn't.  So I tell him I had a hard time believin he pulled this out of thin air without input from Jimmy Morris.  And since I was being taken to a dinner in which Lisa was at, Andrews realized he couldn't take me being unwilling to cooperate, as I was obviously not going to do.  So he said he had to cancel, and left.  Obviously To tell the waiting Morris people.  So I went to Mikkie Dees, having shown up hungry like Andrews asked.  So I eat.  And think I stopped and got a beer somewhere.

And lo and behold, when I get back to Dad's house, Jimmy Morris and Andrews are waiting for me.  Having told dad they were looking for me.  So dad assumed I no showed Andrews.  And Morris and Andrews let him think that.  So this pisses me off.  So it takes me like 20 minutes to make dad understand Andrews cancelled  on me and left me hangin.  Not the other way around.  So now I'm standin there bitchin at Andrews/Morris for letting my dad think I stood them up.  Obviously Andrews went to the shin dig and told Jimmy Morris I wasn't cooperating in their little ambush.

Andrews keeps telling Morris that "He (meaning me) saw us coming a mile away".  Which traps Andrews in a lie . the lie being Morris didn't rope him into the ambush.  So I hollar "liar, liar pants on fire" at Andrews.  Andrews bitches at Morris for "making him look bad".  Morris starts bitchin back that he is the one "who has to go to daddy".  And bitches some more about Andrews always claims he can do something that it turns out he can't.

So then Morris reverts to his whiney bitch routine of begging me.  "Please".  "For Me".  So I rerpeat my standard response that I won't do anything unreasonable for him anymore than he he won't for me".   I finally shut him up by asking him why he has to "be a one way motherfucker like that".

I have suspected all these years that Jimmy Morris offered Andrews cash if he could get me to cooperate with the shotgun wedding    

Navy-First permanent duty station

I had a strange first permanent duty station.  Strange for anyone, but really strange for an E1.  A seaman recruit.  I had just completed my "A" school.  To be a disbursing clerk.  Which mainly handled pay records based in a mainframe computer.  But also handled issuing U S Treasury checks, and the associated paperwork.  And also settled both PCS  (permanent change of station) and TAD (temporary additional duty) travel claims.

So my first permanent duty station was The Navy Finance Center.  Which was located in the Anthony J Celebreze Federal Building near the shore of Lake Erie in downtown Cleveland, Ohio.

I had no idea what I was getting into, and played it by ear.  Which was okay when checking into a standard military duty station.  I had no idea there was no uniform shop or barracks.

Luckily the Navy leased out a block of apartments for pay grades E1 to E3 in the suburb of Parma.  So I was not, luckily, forced to rent my own place on E1 quarters allowance.

However, I was thrown into a 2 bedroom setup with Ricardo Alvarado.  Who didn't pay his bills.  Which I didn't find out til later.  He talked me into hooking up a telephone in my name.  Then ran up over $300 in long distance before he transferred out.

I reported to work at the Federal Building every day.  And was assigned to work for Chief Brillian.  The coolest Chief Petty Officer I ever worked for.  In the customer service department.  Taking phone calls from all over the world.

But mostly the phone calls were from dependent wives bitchin about not receiving their allotment checks.  Several times I was able to see Chief Brillian put these cunts in their place.  They would expect the Navy to wire them money, when not enough time had even elapsed since the mailing of their allotment check to even handle it by mail.  Under the assumption their check had been lost in the mail.  So they would fly into a psycho bitch meltdown, saying something about having checks "out there".  Meaning hot checks.  Chief Brillian would say writing hot checks is a crime.  Norfolk is in such and such a county.  I'm gonna call the sheriff there and report you.

Which would throw these psycho bitches farther into a rage.  And Chief Brillian would be called up to the Commanding Officer's office.  And nothing would happen beyond the co saying "you gotta cut that out".  Then he did it again later.

There were only like 70 military people there.  And over 800 civilians.

There was a civilian named Martin Virsis there in customer service.  And Chief Brillian hated his guts.  And every one in management wanted to fire him badly.  So one of my duties was to listen to the code a phone.  Which was an answering machine.  And one day Martin Virsis left a message on it that he had been caught with another man's wife.  And had been beaten with a baseball bat.  So he would not be at work that day.

So I tell Chief Brillian.  Who laughs while listening to the message.  A GS-12 taped the message saying he thought that would be enough to fire Virsis.  And Virsis was still there when I transferred months later.  The way it was explained to me was all a civilian in the Federal government had to do was file an appeal thru the union.  And it all went away.

So this was a strange first duty station for a seaman recruit

Corporate culture

I used the term corporate culture in the previous post from university management classes.  This term popped up in every one to describe a unique culture to most businesses.    

Navy corporate culture

If a married couple in the Navy stayed in base housing, that fell under the chain of commands jurisdiction.  And if a Navy guy shoved his wife around, a criminal act, the that was charged under the Uniformed Code of Military Justice (UCMJ).  And he would face his CO in captains mast, of a court martial.  So the military is totally used to being involved in peoples marriage problems.

Separate point.  As a general rule, junior enlisted personal are under the age of 25.  And it takes time to work one's self into many senior ranks.  So over time a mentality has evolved in military senior ranks that they should supervise the less mature junior people in an informal way.  And from a certain perspective this makes sense.  I personally know of many immature acts committed by immature junior enlisted personnel.  Such as being under the influence of alcohol in the enlisted club.  And punching a cinder block wall due to anger over a conflict over a female.  More instances could be cited.  But I think the one example conveys the idea.

So I think one can use these factors in the military corporate culture to allow for the massive ration of shit I took over Lisa Morris.  Partially.   I will explain the other factors as needed.  

RTC Orlando

So in 1982 I enlisted in the U S Navy.  Entered boot camp at RTC Orlando.  In the early days there was hours of paperwork.  Including the new recruits reporting "page 2" data for the enlisted service record.  Which was next of kin, and other relatives.

One of the things you were required to report was all marriages, previous marriages, and children.  This was tied into pay you could draw at the "with dependent" rate.  And possibly other reasons I am unaware of.

So while you are filling out forms for this, you are sternly told more than once you are legally obligated to report this information.  I assume in the past people had used the military to try and escape bad marriages and wiggle out of paying child support.  So all recruits are told if they fail to report ex spouses and children, they are guranteed, not promised, they will be brought up on charges.  This is emphasized several times.

A recruit who was appointed over me, we called him a section leader told the company commander (what the navy called a drill instructor) he suspected I was married.  They were specifically instructed to snitch us out on this topic.  This is how serious the Navy was on having all this data correctly reported.  So I was taken to the company commander and dropped into push up position and repeated several times I had no spouse, ex spouse, or child.  And was dismissed.  The section leader acted embarrassed, saying something about thinking us people from farm country married young.

I blog this as an example of the military having jurisdiction over peoples romantic life, and possibly a basis for the mentality of people above me in the chain of command fuckin with me like they did over Lisa Morris.  Of course other factors had to be in play.

I knew several guys personally who got pulled in commanding officer's offices over romantic relations with spouses when things went bad.  As a civilian, I would have never believed this.  

Jimmy Morris

So Jimmy Morris actually admitted one time to me that their family had been in contact with a shrink about Lisa Morris claiming me as her soul mate without actually knowing me almost at all.  Pretty much just by sight.

Jimmy told me the shrink told them this was the #1 problem they dealt with.  Females imaging romances that didn't exist.

Yet at the same time he is dogging me out to go be with Lisa.  While I continue to give my standard reply I won't do anything unreasonable for him.

Another time Jimmy Morris tells me that some woman I never met had Lisa ask her why her marriage was successful. And this woman told Lisa she would "know in her heart" when she met her man to be married to.  Then Jimmy told me his mom was bitchin at this woman for turning her daughter into a stalker.

Kansas City AFEES

Went up to the Kansas City AFEES (armed forces entrance and examination station) to take my physical and enlist.  So the day I enlisted, February 26th, 1982, there was a situation that unfolded.
As I have previously posted here, I had very poor personal hygiene.  Didn't shower or brush my teeth regular.  So obviously the recruiters there in Kansas City were bad mouthing me behind my back.  When I signed my contract, a first class petty officer (E6) walks up to me, and starts hollarin at me about bein a "shit bird".  Which I found out later was navy slang for a dirtbag, or loser.  Of course I just sit there and take it off him.  But obviously someone there got pissed, and obviously he got wrote up, or put on report.  Now usually things didn't happen this fast.  But the guy comes up to me within an hour or 2 wearing a 2nd class petty officer crow (E5).  His commanding officer was right behind him.  An army Lieutenant colonel.  And the guy apologized to me.  I said something like no big deal.  And I was serious as I expected to get my ass chewed in the navy.      

Jimmy Morris & Diane Welsh

This happened around 1980 or 1981.  I was working at the Vickers gas station at South Campbell and Walnut Lawn.  Where the Village Mart store is now.  Wal Mart wasn't there.  The light wasn't there.  Walnut Lawn didn't come all the way thru from the east.  I closed 5 nights a week.

Jimmy Morris was an assistant manager at the Captain D's at Battlefield/National.  He closed 5 nights a week.  So we would sometimes party together after work.  We were also in the midst of this crap with his sister Lisa pullin that "soul mate" crap on me.

So the situation I am describing must have been tied into this situation somehow.  I have a wild guess, but will never know for sure.

Anyhow, Jimmy set it up for us to meet after work on a particular winter night.  It was cold as hell out, at least 20s out.  If not colder.  we were to meet in a parking lot on south National.  Near the Git n Go.  So I got there first.  People were there.  Some chick starts givin me shit that this was "their lot".  As in I needed to git the hell out.  Jimmy Morris pulls up and tells her to chill out.  Then tells me we are headed to Diane welsh's place.  As described in a previous post, Diane Welsh tried to get my ass kicked by a group of dudes in high school over Kathy Brott.  And almost succeeded.  So Diane Welsh was on my shit list.  And I explain this to Jimmy Morris.  And so he shifts into his whiney bitch mode.  "Please".  "For Me"  etc....   I finally give in  and go over to Diane Welsh's place on Atlantic on the north side of Springfield.  In one of those older houses that have been divided up into cheap apartments.  So we go and hang out.  Drink some beer.  Smoke some weed.  I was expecting Diane to be mildly hostile due to our history.  I hadn't seen her in a few months at least.  Since high school.  But I was surprised when she was nice.  She said I was her friend.  And something was mentioned about me stopping by sometime.  Of course in my mind I was strictly doing this as a favor for Jimmy Morris.  As I considered Diane Welsh on my shit list.  So the little party breaks up.  And I forget about it.

From time to time Jimmy asks me if I ever stopped in on Diane.  And I always say "no".  I had no intention of ever doing so.  And finally explain this to Jimmy.  Reminding him she is on my shit list.  Or was.  So he does a little more whiney bitch begging again.  Which is an obvious tip off something weird if up.  And Jimmy is trying some kind of screwy shit on me.  So I tell him I'll stop in on Diane when he sucks Rodney Masts's dick on the hill.  A few weeks later, it is spring by then, Jimmy calls me at home and asks me to meet him on the hill.  He asks me if I ever stopped in on Diane.  Of course I say well when you suck Rodney's dick on the hill.  You already knew that didn't you.  He said he remembered me saying that.  So I ask him "why am I standing here listening to this then?"  He said maybe you will get some pussy.  I say something about I am gonna take pictures of him suckin dick on the hill.  So he leaves.  

I always suspected this was hooked in with his sister.  I never had a girlfriend.  And I think this was Jimmy's way of breaking the ice with pussy for me.  By paying Diane to fuck me.  Then he could step in with  something about me getting married to his sister.  

I know that sounds bizarre.  But how else do you explain how big a deal it was to Jimmy for me to stop in on Diane.  Who I told him several times was on my shit list.

I had heard stories about Diane going to a hotel room with Jimmy Morris and Mike Huff for a 3 way.  So if this is true, Diane was givin her pussy up easy.  

Jimmy Morris

So after Lisa Morris steps off, Jimmy Morris keeps givin me a ration of crap at the instruction of his Daddy.  He would whine to me, as I still considered him my friend.  Yes he was just being a spineless little bitch taking orders from his dad.

He would say things like "I NEED you to do this for me".  With the emphisis on need.  Just like Steve Bradam did when he was being Mac McKinnis' little punk bitch.  He would also say "Please" over and over.  And my response was always "I'm not gonna do anything unreasonable for you any more than you are gonna do something unreasonable for me".  Then wait a few seconds, point at him and say "seriously".  Then wait maybe 30 seconds, and say "seriously" again.  He would say how his dad was taking crap off his ex wife, Jimmy's and Lisa's mom.

So I try and reinforce my point by telling Jimmy Morris I need an act of good faith to prove himself serious.  Then start making unreasonable requests of Jimmy.  Who didn't have a high school diploma yet had a well paying job running a Captain D's.  So I asked him to quit his job as an act of reciprication.  Of course he says no.  But kepr on being a one way Motherfu++>#.   And kept up his whiney begging like the little bitch he was.  I would get the blank look with no response when I made my obvious points by asking him to do something unreasonable for me.At one point his dad told me "welcome to the family", stating the goal that I was wanted to Marry Lisa.

Sometime after the "welcome to the family" statement by daddy Morris, Jimmy Morris offered me $1,000 to date Lisa for 6 months.  Point one, obviously, the Morris clan would not let me freely walk away after 6 months unless Lisa was through with me.  Point 2, after taking Lisa out for 6 months, how much of the $1,000 would be left.  Probably not very much if any.  So only an idiot would take that deal.

To steal a line from Rush Limbaugh, I continued to demonstrate the absurd by being absurd.  So I started telling Jimmy, "If your dad gets to decide who I'm with, then I get to decide who he is with.  We are moving Mertz (2nd wife) out of the house, and will pick his next wife".  Jimmy looks at me, and says, "they are married".  I tell Jimmy "if marriage was written in stone wouldn"t your mom and dad still be married?'.  So I start asking Jimmy over and over over a period of weeks when we are moving Mertz out.  He eventually tells me Mertz heard about it, and flew into a rage, and started screaming "I want that bitch (Lisa Morris) out of this house".  Jimmy's dad Bill Morris put Lisa in a hotel that night.

So Jimmy Morris stats asking me like a salesman over and over over for weeks, "what can I do to make you be with Lisa".  Kindda like a salesman might.  So to shut him up, I tell him he needs to drive Lisa to a local tv station, KY3 (NBC affilliate).  Call from a pay phone a few blocks away, tell them you are going to murder Lisa in their parking lot, then pull in the KY3 parking lot, take Lisa out of the car, and chop her head off with a samurai sword.  Then drive away, and flee to Mexico.  Later I say, no, not a samurai sword, a chain saw.

Around this time they quit riding me over Lisa.  So I thought the mess was handled.

Found out a couple of years later it wasn't handled        

Lisa Morris

So Lisa Morris was my 9th stalker.  Her dad my 10th.

Jimmy Morris and Steve Bradam musta been talking about me in front of Lisa.  No other explanation for what happened.

Jimmy Morris was my best friend on the face of the earth.  We were spending many hours together.  He was recovering from an accident.  I would pick him up at his house, but never go in.

So after a while Morris said he needed to spend more time with his family.  So I said I would catch up to him later.  He asked me to come in the house with him for the first time.  Looking back I was obviously set up.

This was May 1981.  I go in. Jimmy's younger sister Lisa was there.  The best I can remember, this was the first time I ever spoke to her.  Lisa says she just graduated high school.  So I said "congradulations".  A day or 2 later, I am back in their house.  Again invited in by Morris.  And Lisa starts telling me "you are my soul mate".  This is the 2nd time we have spoken in our lives.  What does an 18 year old girl mean by saying you are her soul mate.  Obviously she is saying marriage is what needs to happen.  All on the 2nd conversation.

So I tell her "forget about that", and "put that out of your head" as we repeat ourselves back and forth a few times.

This goes on like this a few weeks.  Jimmy asks me back to his house.  I say "no", Jimmy, "why".  Me, "I can't handle being around your sister".  Jimmy, "I'll take care of that". (lie).  I go back, and Lisa continues with the soul mate stuff.

So I ask Lisa if would be okay if I constantly asked her to do something she didn't want to over, and over, and over, and over.   I am surprised she said "no" here.  She should have smelled the trap and lied.  But she didn't.  So asked her to explain how it was okay for her to do to me what wasn't okay for me to do to her.  I got the recurring theme of a blank look and no answer.  Which happened with several people in this drama.

But she does continue with her soul mate talk.  So that's where I tell her she is screwing with me and I am really disappointed in her.  I tell her this a few times until it sinks in, and she asks if I want her to go to her room.  I say that is an excellent idea.  She leaves, and I don't see her again for years.

But her dad and Jimmy Morris continue to screw with me on her behalf.

I don't count Jimmy Morris, as it turns out he was just his dad's little bitch.

Mac McKinnis

So Twila James calls Steve Bradam's mom, bitchin about Steve talkin in front of MJ like he did.  Makin her think she could jump on my back, and live a life of comfort.  So Bradam's mom goes to her husband, Bradam's step dad.  Mac McKinnis.  Initially Bradam told me "that's cool" when I told him I would have nothing to do with MJ.  Then Mac McKinnis starts tellin Bradam to "talk" to me.  And Bradam  starts talking to me.  Telling me he "needs" me to go be with MJ.  And I tell Bradam I'm not lettin him run my life.  Me have this talk several times.

So Mac McKinnis was my 9th stalker.  Bradam wasn't a stalker.  He was Mac McKinnis' little bitch.
So after Bradam said he "needed" me to do this enough times, I start tellin him he had to do anything I said for 6 months.  Starting with sucking Rodney masts dick on the hill (the square).  His mom actually told him to go ahead and do that.

After a few back and forths on this, Bradam tells me six months is too long.  I sternly say "2 years".  Then tell Bradam he will do a 25 man circle jerk on the hill.  With him as the pivot man.  And I will walk him around on a dog leash.  And I will point at men, and he will be  required to strip down, begin jackin off while squealing for the man to fuck him up the ass.

And Randy Mast will have to fuck him up the ass on the hill.

So Bradam tells Mac McKinnis "I'm not going to do this".

So Bradam calls me one to meet him on the hill at a specific time.  I show up, and Bradam says we were going to some park,  I had no interest, and for him to go on without me.  He keeps saying for me to come with him.  So I smell a rat, and start asking for his ulterior motive.  Then tell him I wouldn't go if he paid me to.  And head home.

And lo and behold, I meet Mac McKinnis coming out of my driveway.  Which is out of sight of the house.  The driveway is a quarter mile long.  So I get to the house.  I don't say anything to see if my parents will tell me what happened.  They don't.  So ask about Mac McKinnis.  They ask me why I didn't ask when I 1st got home.  I told them I was testing them.  And they failed.  They said Mac McKinnis, like Twila James, wanted me forced to be with MJ romantically.

So that ended the MJ thing.  At least in this form.  The subject of Twila James would become an issue a few years in the future when I was in the Navy.    

Twila James

So Twila James was my 8th stalker, and 4th psych bitch.  She asks to meet with me.  She has people there I don't know.  2 of which turns out to be an off duty cop, and his wife, the wife a friend of hers.  So She starts giving me a ration of shit.  Obviously trying to provoke me.  So I just refuse to be provoked.  Turns out she was trying to throw me into a violent rage so the off duty cop could legally kill me.

It turns out MJ wanted to be with me badly.  And this was the way she figured out to put the situation to bed.

One of MJs friends from Kansas City tried to do the same thing a few days later.  Obviously if I sensed BS before I would smell out BS later.  But for some reason it was tried.

So Twila goes to my mom/dad in an attempt to have me forced to submit to MJ in a romantic way.  Mom/dad already had their parental rights informally revoked by me years earlier in an unrelated situation.  And legally I was over 18.  So they had nothing to say in what I did or did not do.  And they knew it.  She winds up acting like Mrs Wilson (the music teacher), in the school hall.  Yelling that I should be "put in the class". Only Twila James was yelling "He has to be forced to".  As in forced to be romantic with MJ.  Mom/dad,just said no.  So Twila James offers to have sex with me.

I left out the part where she admitted to mom/dad she tried to have me murdered.  So I had been telling her to turn herself in for that during this whole showdown.  So I just kept repeating "just turn yourself in".  Then she started saying she would commit suicide.  And I added, "Take the easy way out, turn yourself in".  Then the offer of sex.  And I just said, "Take the easy way out, turn yourself in".  It was bizarre that Twila James would not only offer sex in order for me to be romantic with her daughter, but right in front of my mom and dad.  And yes, for the record Twila James was hot, and yes I was a virgin at the time.

The truly bizarre events just kept piling up in my life.  

MJ

MJ was one of the hottest chics in town in 1981.  Top 5 no doubt.  Was told she got a modeling gig in Kansas City for a newspaper ad.  Never did know her well.  She was the younger sister of a friends girlfriend.  No there was a couple of short social interactions there.  Which was pretty much it.  She was Steve Bradam's girlfriend.  Did not know her well at all.

So one day late at night I'm cruisin the home town.  No one was around.  Then MJ shows up.  Says she wants to "hang out" with me.  Which automatically sounds like a bad idea to me.  Reason number one is the baggage I had in that town.  Having been psycho bitch mom's whipping boy for her rageaholic meltdowns.  And having been held back in 1st grade and considered stupid.

Reason number 2 was that MJ had been dating Bradam for months if not years.  Which ccould have gotten me a stalker.

So I told her to "forget about that".  And "put it out of her head".  MJ pressed.  So I told her all I needed was Bradam coming after me.  She said over and over that wouldn't happen.  I finally told her I wasn't questioning how well she understood that.  I was questioning how well Bradam understood that.

So a week or 2 later Bradam tells me he wouldn't care.  I tell him that still didn't make me want to "hang out" with MJ.

And I thought this would end here.

I found out later thru deductive reasoning Bradam must have been talking about me in front of MJ, creating some type of desire to be around me.

Truly bizarre, as I explained in other posts, I was not ladies man material.

Truly bizarre situation unfolding here.  

Bizarre

It was not normal for a female to pay attention to me in a romantic way.  For a combination of reasons.

Reason #1.  I was held back in first grade.  And many considered me stupid.

Reason #2.  Poor personal hygiene.  No regular showering or brushing of teeth.

Reason #3.  Poor social skills.

Looking back, there was only one logical reason for the bizarre events that were to happen to me over the nest few years involving initially 2, then 1 female.  It was because Steve Bradam and Jimmy Morris said a bunch of stuff about me outside of my presence, and in the presence of these 2 females which led them to believe I would have a decent career with goof income.  Which, by the way, did NOT happen.  So these young ladies believed they could jump on my back, and I would carry them to a comfortable life.

The events that happened were bizarre because,  Number 1, the previously described bad reasons for woman to not want romantic involvement with me.   Reason number 2 is you can't really be in love with someone you haven't spent time with or talked to.

In later posts I will describe the bizarre things that happened to me as a result of what must have been due to Bradams/Morris' gum flappin about me behind my back.

To steal a line from the movie "Top Gun", Morris'/Bradam's mouths wrote checks their bodies couldn't cash, and they tried to force me to cash for them.  

Jimmy Morris and Steve Bradam

So I was held back in first grade.  So, with good cause, many in town believed I was stupid.  So Morris and Bradam had interactions with me that made them think I was not as stupid as others in town thought I was.

Disclaimer here.  Neither Bradam, Morris, nor me for that matter is  rocket scientist material.  The old legend of word traveling fast in a small town has truth in it.  So I had a couple of people tell me Bradam and Morris were telling people in town I wasn't as stupid as many believed I was.

As it turned out later Bradam and Morris were saying this in front of a couple of young girls.  Which turned out to have negative consequences for several of us in town.  A situation that would drag out for years.  

Jimmy Morris

This woulda been the fall of 1979.  Was hangin out with Darren Banfield, who was killed in a car accident.

So Jimmy Morris invites me to go to the furneral with him, and his friends he was tight with. James Andrews and Steve Esterline.  So I did.  And I started runnin with this crew.  And eventually Jimmy Morris became the best friend I ever had.

This unleashed a chain of events that put me in a bad situation.

strange situation

This situation happened when I was around 20 years old.  And no doubt fits the theme of this blog of strange things that happened to me.

As previously blogged, I was never a ladies man.  So I run into a woman.  Best guess late 20s or early 30s.  So she was older that me.  Starts talking to me sweetly.  Almost like she is flirting.  So I play along, even though she discloses she has children.  I was just seeing where it went.  And I didn't have to wait long.  She orders me to come over to her house and start working on a remodel.  Since no pay was mentioned, I assumed she intended for the pay to be the possibility of sex.  Of course I had exactly zero experience in carpentry.  Maybe she thought I did.  As my dad taught ag shop classes in high school.  I could see how someone might assume I knew my way around hammers and nails and boards.  I was better than a lot of people I knew at welding.  Which isn't saying much as I didn't know any professional welders.  Which is the one thing I did pick up in ag shop.  So maybe as word passed I could handle an arc and mig welder, maybe word got distorted.

Anywho, I told this woman I wouldn't be working on her house.  And assumed this would be the end of it.  Nooooo.  She starts calling me at home.  And I repeat myself to her several times I wouldn't be doing any work for her.  And money was never mentioned.  Not a single time.  So that reinforced my intuition it was all based on a possibility of sex.

So she tarts calling my psycho bitch mom.  Who tries to tell me to go work for this woman.  And I tell mom no also.  So mom sends dad to "talk" to me.  Every time a female paid attention to mom started having fantasies about me having a girlfriend or wife or whatever.

So I shut dad down by asking him, "So you are hiring me?".  Dad, "No".  S I next ask, "Do you work for free at the high school?".  Dad, "No".  And I reply, "Well neither do I, why am I standing here listening to this for?".     Dad shrugs, points at mom, and walks away.

Am not sumre this quite rose to psycho bitch level, or stalker level.  But weird none the less.

Rock concert chick

musta been 16 or 17.  Around 77 or 78.  Can't remember if it was the REO Speedwagon concert or Foreigner.  Both of which were at Hammons Student Center.  Bought my ticket when I still had money in my pocket from my summer job.  Was broke by the time the concert rolled round.  Rode in with another teen from my hometown.  We were standing around in a group before the concert.  I was with my friends of course.  Standing by a rail overlooking the floor.  Not in our seats.  So this chick I didn't know comes up.  Turns out later she went to Parkview High School,  She walks up to me.  So I assume she wants to be where I'm standing to talk to someone.  I move around the perimeter of the group.  She follows.  We repeat the drill until I get annoyed, and ask her where she is going so I can get out of her way.  She reaches out and holds me in place, and starts giving me a spiel.  And pulls out a "Disco Sucks" pin.  I was wearing my best shirt.  And didn't want a pin hole in it.  So when I see she is about to put the pin in my best shirt, I start asking her to not do that.  She does it anyway.  Which pisses me off a little.  And kills any chance of romance.  Which it turns out was her objective.  So then she furthers my anger.  She starts asking me for a donation for the "Disco Sucks" pin she just put on my shirt.  After I asked her not to.  I politely tell her I have no money on me.  She keeps on asking for a donation.  And eventually I have my pockets pulled inside out.  And show her the inside of my wallet.  So the bitch has now embarrassed me in front of my friends.  So nothing is gonna happen between us.  Eventually a friend with me gives her 8 cents and she leaves.  This same friend admires the pin.  So I give it to him.  So the bitch comes back and starts bitchin about me givin the pin away.  So I told her she took money, it no longer belonged to her, and she had no room to bitch.  She left again.

So I forget about it.  And a few days later I am on the back 40 of our farm.  Mom starts yessling for me to come to the house.  I walk to shouting distance and ask what.  She says "phone".  I ask her to take a message.  She insists.  It was the same bitch from the concert.  Someone who knew me gave her my dad's name so she could look the number up.  And mom was ampin for me to have a girlfriend.  So the bitch starts askin if I would cruise Kearney the following weekend.  I told her I didn't cruise Kearney.  She keeps askin the same question over and over.  Mom is ampin, and is talkin to me while I'm on the phone.  So I stop the bitch and ask mom what????  Of course psycho bitch mom wants me to go on Kearney.  I tell her she says we kids get to make our own decisions.  Mom acknowledges this and shuts up.  The bitch keeps calling back.  Making her my 8th stalker.

Eventually I tell her to stop making the harassing phone calls or I will report her to the phone company.  Mom always stood and evesdropped on the calls.  So when that happened mom the psycho bitch starts screaming at me about being homosexual.

A few weeks later a guy I knew came up on the hill (square).  And starts asking about my girlfriend.  Over and over as I explain I had no girlfriend.  Turns out this is the dude who gave my stalker my dads name.  So I call him an asshole, and say I took shit from my parents, and he shouldn't give my number out.  He turns to his girlfriend, who knew my stalker from Parkview, and says he now has someone bitchin about him, and it's her fault.  And he is taking her home so she can find a new boyfriend.

Weeks later I am told this girl attacked my stalker in the hall of Parkview High School.  And that both girls received 10 day suspensions from school          

twilight zone events continue

And the twilight zone esque events in my life continued t roll on.  Got kicked out of high school in my senior year.  So I attended a GED study school in Springfield.  Then passed the GED.  And heard about a study school in the Springfield school district that allowed people to come in and bone up their academic skills.  And since I wasn't a huge academic success in school, I decided to take advantage.  A prerequisite to getting into to this study school was an appraisal test.  So I went in, and took the test.  With a room full of others.  I was asked to stay back.  And asked to take another re exam.  Now I ain't no rocket scientist material, but they weren't used to people doing that well.  Actually the test had a lot of World War II questions.  And one of my tertiary interests was WWII.  So I was able to kick the tests ass.  I didn't initially realize they suspected me of cheating.  So I gave it my best shot again.  And did well again as it was a similar WWII heavy test.  So they asked me to take a third test.  This time with several stall people walking around watching closely.  And the people watching reported "no cheating".  So then they pulled me in an office, and start explaining it is the schools' policy to not let people in who did that well.  But to try and get them a college scholarship.  No I knew full well I was weak on math and science.  Which is why I was there.  So I told them I wanted in their school.  We went back and forth, cause they had decided they didn't want me there.  So I said, "I came in here and took your test, either I'm in or out".  With hesitation they said I was in.  Some helper dude in the office starts givin me crap that I shoulda jumped on the scholarship.  And I asked him how it would be to my advantage to flunk out of college.  That shut him up.

So I'm in the study school, and the people runnin it don't want me there.  So they call my old high school principle.  Dean Crayton.  I had smoked weed and drank beer thru school, so crayton thought I was an out of control drug dealer.  Just a kid who smoked a joint and drank some beer on weekends.  So Crayton tells them I am dealing drugs out of their study school.  Which of course was utter bull crap.  So the people runnin the study school get a springfield detective in there on the sly.  And I walk in one morning, and the teacher tells me I have a new seat on the periphery of the classroom.  Away from everyone else. Next to a curtained off storage area.  Little did I know, the detective was hiding behind the curtain.  And a girl was standing there, who I didn't know.  I walk over, sit down, and start looking thru the books on the table that were placed there for me.  Which had never happened before.  I ignored the girl, who continues to stand there.  She says "Ask me out".  Which blew my mind.  I had no money to be taking a girls out with, and ignored her.  Mainly I was intensely shy around the ladies.   So she repeats "Ask me out".  And I continue to ignore her.  She loses her temper and starts yelling at me.  At that second the cop pops out from behind the curtain, and asks what's going on.  She says "He tried to rape me".  Which was a flagrant bold faced lie.  So I start bitchin at the cop about the obvious lie, which he was behind the curtain to overhear.  So he grudgingly admits the girl committed a crime.  But points out to me the girl is the daughter of the man in charge of the study school.  Which I didn't know from Adam.  And tries to talk me out of pressin charges.  And I am pissed over the lie, and refuse.  So then the cop tries to lean on me, and he thinks I am dealing drugs.  And since I am broke, don't even have a personal stash.  Or a bowl, or papers.  So I am clean.  So I keep pushin.  So the cop thinks he is playin his ace in the hole, and asks permission to search my pickup for drugs.  Or else he will get a search warrant.  So I allow the search.  Nothing is found.  So the people at the school, and the cops are standin there lookin like assholes of the year.  And I insist the girl be arrested for making a false accusation.  Which does happen.

Eventually the study school is shut down.  Probably for way more reason than what I describe here.      

Kathy B

This was tenth grade.  Kathy was my fourth stalker.  Diane Welsh was mt 5th stalker.  Started in basic business class.  Main typewriter operation.  So Kathy B had some slacks that showed her butt in a sexy way.  And being a 16 old male with a high sex drive, I stared as her ass.  So the word got around come around I was looking.  So Kathy B wanted a boyfriend.  Even I have did have not didn't shower of brush teeth often.  Which I never understood.  So when I refused to have anything, Diane Welsh tried to get Greg Blair and Rex Fender to kick my boss in order to force to date Kathy.  So Blair and Fender were my 5th and Blair were my 6th stalker. 

Eventually Fender accepted is was wrong for him to stalk me.  And he accepted that I had the right to say no to females.  And he told Blair he would testify against him in his parole hearing after he attacked me.  So eventually Diane Welsh and Kathy quit stalking, after that used Sherry Cotner to help stalk me also.  The main scene was when Blair and Fender confronted me behind the school. and threatened to kick my ass.  A whole ground was watching, expecting to see my beating.  But that is where I turned this into a debate about their right to force me to submit to psycho bitches.

Sherry Cotner tried to get me to join a debate team.  Which didn't happen. 

Mrs Wilson the music teacher

This could have been 8th grade, but believe it must have been freshman year.  I have always have an unusual voice.  Kind of high for a male.  So our music teacher was Mrs Wilson.  And she got it in her head she wanted me in our schools' chorus.  I assume because of my voice.  So she asks me.  And I absolutely hate the idea of being in chorus with all my heart and soul.  So she asks a bunch of times.  And I say no a bunch of times.

So Wilson goes behind my back to my psycho bitch mom.  So mom pulls me into the room with her piano.  And starts ordering me to sing while she plays.  I resist.  Because I hate o sing with all my heart and soul.  But mom forces me to.  So I play along, and get it over with.  A few minutes later mom calls me back in the room, and asks how I liked the whole singing session.  I told her, "You made me hate singing worse than I did before.  How is it okay for you to ram something down my throat that I hate, while it would never be okay for me to do it to you?".  She just sits there looking at me.  So I say, "I asked a question, you need to be talking right now.  I don't hear you saying anything".  Later I hear her talking on the phone to who I assume was Mrs Wilson, bitching that she "drove a wedge" between me and mom.  So that tactic didn't work for the music teacher.

So later, Between classes in school, the principal calls me aside.  Dean Crayton was the principle.  Andy Wilkerson, the guidance counselor was there.  And the music teacher, Mrs Wilson.  So Crayton starts asking me if I want to get in a music class under Wilson.  Obviously I say no, yet again.  So this is where I realize Wilson had become psycho bitch #5 for me, and stalker #3.  Wilson looks at Wilkerson and starts yelling "Just put him in the class".  Several times.  And Wilkerson responds "no" several times.  So Wilson did not have tenure.  So this is where Crayton looks at Wilson, and says, "You need to begin looking for another job.  I am not going to recommend you be offered another contract next year".

The last scene with this Wilson psycho bitch was out in the hall, again.  Allan Easterly, the art teacher's younger brother, and a student comes up to me.  This was the only time he ever spoke to me in the entire time both of us grew up in that town. He starts complaining to me about me getting Mrs Wilson fired.  My response was, "That fuckin bitch doesn't have the right to force me into chorus".  This is when Allan walks away.  And I see Mrs Wilson was standing behind him, so I don't see.  One of the woods sisters was standing there watching.  And I look at the psycho bitch, and say, "Yeah, that's what I said!".  And Wilson walks away.

Later, at home Dad tells mom I had gotten the music teacher fired.  Dad said it as if he were proud of me.  The only time I saw that.  Mom has this pissed off look cross her face while looking at me.  But she just walks away.          

Tommy Easterly

Tommy Easterly was a graduate of our school.  And returned to teach art.  He was okay I guess. He would turn on the local rock station while we worked on our art projects.  But he turned out to be a little to easygoing.  As in controlling his classroom.

The art classroom was in the junior high area, but was used for high school classes also.  So this was 8th grade.  In 7th grade I went out for football.  And as I was held back in first grade, I was older than the others in our class.  And as our family had hay equipment, and put up other farmers hay, I worked in the hay fields all summer.  And was thus not only bigger than most in our class, I was also stronger.  So I was able to push most of the other players on the team around.

However, my personal hygiene was very poor.  Not regular bathing, nor brushing of teeth, nor changing of clothes.

So females didn't pay much attention to me.  I was bottom rung on the social ladder.  Mostly due to personal hygiene.  Partially due to being considered dumb due to being held back in 1st grade.

So 8th grade.  Doing well on the football field, but not used to females wanting anything to do with me.  was sitting across the table from CS.  Whose father was a Greene County Sheriffs deputy.  So I had a big game on the field.  And had made a hard tackle on a kickoff return.  So hard I actually gave myself a black eye.  I could feel my brain sloshing around in my head.  The kid I tackled had to be taken off the field by the ambulance crew.  So the next day in class Karen Howard asks me about my black eye.  I tell her about it.  And say it is violent on the football field.  So CS overhears.  And starts talking to me.  It turns out Tommy Easterly comes over and sees CS is sitting in a puddle, and asks her if she peed herself.  But I think she must have become sexually aroused over the football talk.  And decided she wanted me as her boyfriend.

So the 8th grade dance is coming up.  CS asks me if I am going.  I tell her there is nothing there for me.  Because I couldn't dance A lick.  She tells me to meet her there.  I tell her I'm not going.  This scene repeats its self several times between then and the dance.   So I show up in art class the monday after the dance.  CS is yelling at me about how I didn't meet her.  And I said, "just like I told you I wasn't".  This is around the time she started openly attacking me in art class.  With Tommy Easterly ignoring the whole thing.  After it happened a few times Karen Howard went to easterly and complained about the attacks.  Nothing happened.  Then another person in out class was throwing a party, so CS starts ordering me to meet her there.  And I repeat I wasn't going.  And again the scene repeats its self a few times.  Again after the party CS again starts yelling about how I didn't meet her.  And again I repeat "just like I told you I wasn't".  Meanwhile the attacks had continued all this time.

CS tuned out to be psycho bitch #3, and stalker #2 for me.

So it's the school year goes on.  I am waking into art class.  CS hits me a few times, which had become routine. I keep walking away from her.  She runs up behind me hitting me in the back with a forearm shiver.  Which hurt.  So I swing my open hand back toward her.  Swinging the open hand.  Trying to swipe her away from her.  Still walking away from her.  Still with my head facing away from her.  By no means a planted punch.  I hear a scream.  CS is holding her jaw.  Easterly asks what's wrong.  CS speaks that her jaw hurts.  Easterly sends her to the school nurse.

I hear later CS's jaw is supposed to be dislocated.  I to this day question this as I was only swing my open hand in her direction.  And don't believe I hit her that hard.

So a few days later, Easterly tells me that CS's father, the GC sheriffs deputy asked Dean Crayton, the principle, to kick me out of school for ten days for hitting his daughter.  This is where Easterly figures out this could be trouble for him as he has been ignoring CS's attacks on me for months.  So Easterly tells Crayton about the attacks.  And that CS has responsibility for the events.  So one day in class Crayton calls Karen Howard, and another girls who sat in the area what happened.  And they told the truth about CS's assaults.  So Crayton tells CS's father he is considering suspending CS, not me for 10 days.  So that shuts up CS's father.  Meanwhile CS had been out of school for medical reasons, the jaw thing.  So Crayton says CS can't come back to school until CS is cleared by a shrink. So CS sees a shrink.  A female.  She says CS should be back in school.  Crayton asks me if it is okay if CS comes back to school.  I say "no".  So CS's shrink actually shows up at school and starts bitching at me right in the hallway, psycho bitch #4.

Finally Crayton allows CS to return to class, but with the requirement she runs the other way when she sees me in the hall.  So people would laughing tell me for the rest of my years in that school about seeing CS running down the hall. Then a few seconds later seeing me walking the same direction.  Guess Crayton wanted the $110 a day for each student paid by the State of Missouri.

So Crayton told dad I was being attacked in class, as my dad was a teacher.  Who in turn told my mom the psycho bitch.  Who got pissed.  And starts asking me over and over why I never said anything to her.  Obviously I had experience with mom picking kids outside the family over myself.  Like Charlie Jerimiah, and Mike Pomeroy.  So I figured mom would back CS.  Mom ends up giving Crayton so much shit Crayton goes to dad to ask me in Craytons presence to ask mom to chill out.  I was able to end this quickly by asking dad if he thought mom seriously listened to anything I said.  The obvious answer being no.  So finally Crayton brings Easterly up on one of those trials for tenured teachers in front of the school board.  Easterly hired an attorney.  And managed to keep his job.  Possibly because his Easterly father was a local farmer and respected auctioneer.

Easterly warned me to never take any of his classes again.  Like he isn't responsible for his own ignoring the attacks.

I will always respect Karen Howard for standing up for me at this time.          
 

fights

Obviously wit mom's psycho bitch temper, mom got pissed at dad a lot.  So the last few years, they were ot speaking more than they were speaking.  The fighting seemed to let up at the end.  And mom said later she decided to divorce dad a few years before she actually did.  And decided to wait until the youngest graduated high school.  Of course dads lying obviously contributed also.  It became obvious to me that he would lie in your face, and didn't care if you found out the lie.  So he cannot to this day be taken seriously for this reason.  He thinks he has respect coming.  But not for a habitual liar in my mind.  So anyway, the only reason I log this, is this created a lot of tension in the household growing up.

On the hill (the square)

Musta been 5 or 6.  On the hill (square) with mom.  She gets pissed and starts kickin my ass.  She slams me into the side of the family station wagon.  The inside of my cheek gets cut by my teeth.  So I am bleeding and spitting the blood out.  Mom is still kickin my ass.  Other adults on the hill say something about I may bleed to death.  So they pull Mom off me.  And put a paper towel in my mouth to stop the bleeding.  Mom was only pulled off me 2 or 3 times.  So this intervention was rare.  Usually people just watched.  Then everyone would stand around looking at each other.  Sometimes mom would say something about her getting headaches.  As if this was an excuse for her psycho bitch meltdowns.

There was a custodian named Lumley, last name.  He worked in the grade school.  From talking I overheard, Erb had him around me in case he wanted to overpower me.  One time Lumley tells Erb he doesn't want to help overpower me.  Which never did happen by the way.  Because he had daughters in school younger than me.  And he didn't want me deciding to take vengence on his daughters.

Years later when I was in high school, Lumley walked up to me.  And as near as I can remember this is the only time he ever addressed me directly, said "I have a lot of respect for you".  I assume he meant because of all the beatings I took off psycho bitch mom.

Bonnie Kaiser

Sixth grade.  Emma Lee Henderson, the preachers wife and my teacher, has another student in class, Bonnie Kaiser, a preacher's daughter, start trying to pump me for information on my mom.  Which I know will result in me taking a ration of crap off mom.  So I don't talk.

So Kaiser gets pissed.  As though Henderson is the ultimate authority.  And if Henderson says I am to tell her this, then that is the same as Jesus Christ instructing me to do so.  As a matter of fact she screamed this at me a few times.

She would follow me to the boys room door screaming at me.  So this makes Kaiser psycho bitch number 2 in my like.  And stalker number 1.  Yes there was more to come.  So Albert Erb sees her screaming at me.  And suspends her from school for three days.  She continues when she gets back.  So Erb gives her another 3 day suspension.  Her father the preacher comes in.  I am big for sixth grade as I was held back a year in first grade.   So Erb points at me, and asks her father how he would like me screaming at Bonnie.  Father says, "Oh no!".  Erb tells him it is unacceptable for her to scream at me also.   The preacher complains to Emma Lee Henderson for bringing his daughter into this situation.  Henderson says "I thought she was mature enough for this".  So the screaming continues.  Bonnie gets a 10 day suspension.  Then expelled after it doesn't stop.  So Bonnie is sent to live with a relative to attend school at another location.  And the whole Kaiser family moves out after the school year.  I assume because Bonnie is expelled.  Which is why Reverend Kaiser lobbied the school board not to renew Emma Lee Henderson's teaching contract.

Emma Lee Henderson

So Albert Erb is a hardcore christian.  He hires a new 6th grade teacher.  Who does he pick?  Another hard core christian.  One Emma Lee Henderson.  A preacher's wife from Marionville.  The preacher had previously been a missionary in Ecuador.

So obviously I end up in Henderson's 6th grade class.  In going with the theme of this blog, being in this class was truly a strange experience.  Henderson brought a record player into class.  And some albums.  Stuff I had never heard before.  So there was a girl in the class, who guess what, her father was a preacher in town.  Bonnie Kaiser.  So obviously this Kaiser chick gets preferential treatment.  And she can put on any album she wants.  So she has one with a song she likes.  And obviously she plays it often.  12, 15, 20 times a day.  For the ENTIRE school year.  By the end, I wanted to throw up over that tune.

First 3 days of class, Henderson spends going over the class rules.  Covers the entire chalkboard with her rules.  So the rules stay there the entire school year.  And the chalkboard never gets used for anything else the entire school year.

One of Henderson's rules was no chewing gum.  There was a kid in the class named Richard Rogers.  His parents was always letting him bring candy and gum to class.  And Richard would go ahead and chew his gum in class.  And Henderson would have these confrontations with Richard over the chewing gum.  Richard would refuse to spit it in the trash can.  Telling Henderson "That costs money!".  Eventually he would spit it out.  This scene was repeated several times.

Another time Richard had one of his toys at his desk.  Henderson was struggling with him to take it away from him to put it in the closet.  That scene struck me as hilarious.  So I am sitting there laughing out loud.  Henderson is still trying to pull the toy away from Richard, while looking at me in a way that made the scene even funnier.

Over half way thru the school year, Richard shoved Henderson in some type of argument.  So Henderson goes and whines to Erb.  And gets Richard put in another class.

In the fall, the school holds an open house.  And parents can check with their children's progress with teachers.  So I wasn't doing well.  And mom is headed towards my classroom to talk to henderson.  Of course Erb knows about mom's meltdowns.  So he is standing in the lobby talking to another parent.  Erb tells me to stay with him.  Mom yells for me to come with her.  Erb tries to override moms order, telling me to stay with him.  Mom yells at me again to come with her.  And again Erb orders me to stay with him.  Well I am forced to make the obvious choice.  Do I want to live with psycho bitch meltdowns because I didn't listen to her?  So I run away from Erb, and hear him politely excuse himself from the other parent.  Erb follows to the classroom.  So mom asks Henderson how I am doing.  Henderson tells mom she has been told that she is "emotionally unstable", and will not be able to discuss my progress with her.  But that she will discuss my progress with my father outside of her presence.  So mo is obviously pissed.  But by 6th grade the beating had stopped.  And I was a s big as mom.  So mom was obviously only going to attack someone unable to defend themselves.  So Erb tells Henderson "You did exactly what I told you not to do".  And sends her home early from the open house.  And tells her to report to his office at 6 am the next morning.  At which time he will have decided if she still has a job.  So mom is pissed.  And starts screaming "Fire her Erb!".  Henderson kept her job for the time being.

There was a few other kids who gave Henderson all the grief they could muster.  Steve Bradam.  Tim Clapper.  Who mounted a door stop in a sexual way.  Jimmy Morris.  At that very open house I saw Jimmy Morris taking grief off his dad over his desk put in the corner.  I saw Richard Rogers stick a wire in an electrical outlet, shooting out a fountain of sparks.

So Erb had told Henderson about my moms meltdowns.  So as a hardcore christian, Henderson makes it her objective to get me to snitch mom out.  Which isn't gonna happen.  I have been the object of moms rage too many times to risk anymore shit taking off her.  So Henderson starts calling me over to her desk, and ordering me to snitch.  And I refuse, over and over.  So one day Henderson orders me to Erbs office.  Erb isn't there.  So I sit there and eventually Erb shows up, and asks me why I am there.  I don't know and I say so.  Just that Henderson ordered me there.  So Erb, calls Henderson on the intercom.  Henderson says she wants Erb to beat the information out of me.    Erb tells Henderson "He has taken enough beatings".  And sends me back to class.

So Henderson asks to see the superintendent.  And asks to have my dad, who is also a teacher, to be forced to have a conference with her.  Apparently dad had been previously asked, and refused.  So dad shows up, and Henderson tells dad he is "morally obligated" to beat the information out of me.  Dad tells her he is not gonna be lectured by a teacher without tenure.  And walks away.  Dad had tenure by this point.

So Henderson tries a this with Bonnie Kaiser, the preacher's kid.  Which I will address in another posting.

So we get down to the last few days of school.  And Henderson calls Erb on the intercom.  And tells him she needs to sign a contract for the following year.  Erb comes up in person and tells her the school board voted not to offer her another contract.  So Henderson asks why, and Erb tells her his best guess is Reverend Kaiser got to the school board.  And Henderson is not his favorite person.  I will cover this in another posting.

So Emma Lee Henderson spends last 3 days of the school year crying, and telling us we are the reason she will never teach again.

Henderson wrote a bunch of weird stuff on my report card,  And when my mom saw it, she went down to Erb, and raised hell with him.  All Erb said was that Henderson  no longer taught there.
This was truly a strange experience that lasted an entire school year.              

Hard core christians

I remember various people "talking" to mom about her sins.  And provoking more beatings for me.  And sometimes another hard core christian would tell the original offending hard core christian,  "you got that child beat".  "you just stood there and watched".

There was one time mom was being spoken to by a local christian preacher.  And I was fully expecting yet another ass kicking.  And mom actually responded to the counseling.  Saying, "I get so mad".  So the preacher tells her to ask jesus to take her anger away.  And mom had started to develop her old testament views.  And told him she didn't accept jesus as the son of God.  So the preacher tells her to ask God to take her anger away.  I was truly surprised I didn't take a beating that day.

I remember hard core christians telling another hard core christian who had provoked yet another beating for me at mom's hands that they were "terrorizing children".  So perhaps this is why eventually, by 4th or 5th grade, hard core christians quit confronting mom over her sinful action.

Albert Erb

Albert Erb brought in a female social worker from the state to deal with mom.  And this woman said she would not take action because females deserved to be able to beat males in retaliation for discrimination against females.  So Erb told her angrily that he would "have her job" while shaking his fist at her.  Don't know what ever happened here.


I was held back a year in first grade at mom's request.  Which gave me my special teacher.  Who taught me to read better than I could before.  Mrs Clark.

I remember some female adult complaining to Erb that he wouldn't stop mom from savagely beating me in his presence.  Erb said, "I am a professional".  So the lady said, "Would Jesus stand there and watch a child take a beating?".  Erb answered "No".  The lady said, "So you are too good to do what Jesus would do?".  Erb just looked at her.    

Albert Erb

Around first grade, Albert Erb made a solemn promise to me he would stop my beatings at mom's hands.  Later, like a year or two, he come to me all embarrassed, and told me he wouldn't be able to stop the beatings.  He went further, saying his taking care of his own family was more important.  He didn't fully explain what he meant by that.  He also explained how adults had bungled my case.

Another time, I think before this, me and my younger sister were addressed by Erb.  Why my younger sister was there I never knew.  And Erb talked about how adults had screwed up my case, and were incompetent.  He went on to ask what we wanted him to do.  Almost like he wanted to shift his responsibility to 2 little kids.  I just looked at him and said, "You're the adult."  My younger sister repeated the same thing.

Kind of a strange situation.  However I view everything I post on this blog as strange to truly bizarre.

squeals of rage

Sometimes while taking a savage rage off mom, I would hear these quit squeals of rage from her.  Quiet enough that only I could hear them.

Sometimes it was almost like I was outside my own body taking these savage beatings.

Aunt Jean

So when dad's side of the family discovered mom's rageaholic meltdowns with my resulting beatings, they would screw with me.  So one time my grandmother is standing there talking to me.  Making me tense because I didn't totally get what she was talking about.  I was 5 or 6.  Aunt Jean told her to step off, or she and grandmother "were gonna tussle".  Another time grandmother was hugging me really hard, Aunt Jean again told her to step off.  Grandmother ignored her.  So Aunt Jean slapper her.  Grandmother looked at her, and said "Jean, you struck me".  Aunt Jean said I'll do it again if you don't stop.  Grandmother walked away.

5th grade

Fifth grade.  Mrs Ennis was my teacher.  Got sick one weekend in the fall.  Got worse.  Would get nauseated.  Dizzy, then stomach muscles would cramp up, I would double over, and vomit.  Then I couldn't breath for maybe a minute.  Was admitted to Lester E Cox Medical Center.  Spent 3 days there.  Leaving, mom told me I scared "the pants off her".  Then said God was warning her for mistreating me.  Only time in my life she ever admitted this.  To this day she denies any of what I post here ever happened.

Once at a different time, I heard her say to someone else, she "went a little crazy".

Dr Kenneth Knabb

I was maybe 6 or 7 when this happened.  Our family physician was Dr Kenneth Knabb.  And mom was forced to see him.  Probably thru my dad's work at school.  Or perhaps by the court.  Anyway, I am brought along.  I was taken everywhere with her.  Perhaps because of my young age, or perhaps as her whipping boy for when she had a rageaholic meltdown.  I got the feeling mom sensed the upcoming confrontation.  It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was coming.  So the receptionist tells mom she is not permitted to bring me back with her.  Mom starts saying she will as my legal guardian.  Again the receptionist says no, I am not to be taken in with mom to see Dr Knabb.  They go back and forth a few minutes, until mom finally relents.  And mom goes back to see Dr Knabb, and I remain in the waiting area.  Then a nurse opens the door to the waiting room and tells me to come with her.  I resist as I think this may provoke a beating.  At this point I have taken enough beatings, I am walking on egg shells, and suspect almost anything will trigger mom's meltdowns.  Which is true sometimes.  So eventually I relent.  And the nurse locks us in an exam room.

Eventually I hear mom fly into one of her rages.  Obviously because Dr Knabb has confronted her about her rageaholic meltdowns, and resulting hard core child abuse.  I hear her screaming at the receptionist as to my location.  And hear the receptionist reply "### is safe".  I then hear mom roaming thru the suite opening all the doors.  And eventually tries the examination room where the nurse and I are in.  So mom figures this is where I must be.  So mom starts pounding on the door in a rage.  Meanwhile the nurse in the room with me repeats to mom thru the door over and over, "### is safe".  Eventually mom's rage subsides.  And we exit the exam room.  And I end up in the room with mom and Dr Knabb.  And I still think I could get a beating at any second.  Dr Knabb tells mom how she "must control herself around her children".  Mom shakes her fist at him.  Dr Knabb hands mom a prescription.  Possibly for some qualude type drug.  Mom throws it in the trash can.  Dr Knabb tells her she "has no choice".  And hands her another prescription.  Mom throws that one in the trash too.  So Dr Knabb tells mom he will write a letter to the State Dept of Social Services.  Or whatever it is called back then.

I played 7th and 8th grade football.  And had to get a physical to play.  So we go to Dr Knabb.  This is around 7 or 8 years after the confrontation at Dr Knabbs office.  So again we are in the reception area, mom is told I am going back by myself.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out I will be questioned outside of mom's presence.  So mom pulls her "legal guardian" argument again.  This time it works.  And mom goes back with me.  So before the football physical begins Dr Knabb asks me how mom's temper is.  And of course I am smart enough to figure out if I tell the truth my home life will go in the toilet.  I had not gotten my ass kicked in a few years.  By this time I am at least as big as mom.  And could resist.  Looking back, mom would only attack me when I was too small to defend myself.  So I tell Dr Knabb, "I don't know".  So he looks at mom and asks her "how is your temper?".  Mom gets an angry look on her face and shakes her fist at him.  S Dr Knabb decides he is going to try and force me to snitch.  And says he may fail me on my football physical.  I say something like "you gotta do what ya gotta do".  So Dr Knabb realizes he has failed in this attempt to incriminate mom.  And gives/passes me on my football physical.              

more on jerimiah/pomery

Mom was on her psycho bitch moral crusade to help charlie jerimiah and mike pomeroy.  All the while viewing me, her natural child as second rate.  I asked her once to help me obtain something, I forget exactly what, for a required school project.  She told me her thing with mike pomeroy was more important.  So I was forced to go back to my teacher and explain my mother refused to get whatever material was required.

Various teens provoked moms rage on purpose in order to have a ringside seat to watch one of my beatings.  Yes, it is true teenagers can be really cruel sometimes.  So charlie jerimiah did this to me.  He ran his mouth at mom.  And obviously I realized what was coming, and said to jerimiah, "Don't piss her off!".  And of course, like always, I took my beating.  When moms rage wore off, and the beating stopped, jerimiah looked at her and said "Damn!"  Mom screamed something at him about he couldn't do that because she was helping him.  Makes sense all these years later that jerimiah went to prison for murder.

guilt trip

So after being bitched at by hard core christians, and others, mom must have gone on a guilt trip.  Or possibly tried to prove herself in the public eye.  Which makes sense if you consider she kept kicking my ass, while starting to treat 2 guys outside the family as her own child.  Thus treating them better than me.  This was also around the time she got deep into religion.  Charlie Jerimiah.  One of my older brothers friends.  Jerimiah was convicted of murder as an adult.  Mom took him out and bought him a winter coat when his parents refused to replace a coat he left at school.

And another of the same brother's friends.  A guy named Mike Pomeroy.  Who eventually committed suicide over a chick.  Pomeroy snatched a purse as a teen.  While living in a seedy apartment.  So mom gets his stuff out of the apartment for him.  So she wanted my brother who was Pomeroy's friend to help move Pomeroy's stuff.  Said he had a test in school that day.  So I was drafted.  It was hard work.  Pomery didn't like me for some reason.  So Pomeroy is out of jail a couple of days later.  I had put his belongings in a shed on our farm.  Pomery comes down to the house.  And thanks older brother for moving his stuff for him.  Right in front of me.  So older brother admits he went to school instead of moving his stuff.  So Pomeroy asks mom who moved his stuff.  And freaked out when he discovered I had moved his stuff after all the crap I had taken off him.  He starts telling mom, "not him".  Meaning me.  He refused to believe it.  Then asking "why him".  Mom said "you asked me to move your stuff.  I got it moved".  Then Pomeroy started in on a heavy item that he claimed I couldn't have moved.  Which I had.  I was in 6th grade.  And had a major chunk of my growth.  So finally I went out to the shed and picked up Pomeroy's heavy item in front of him to prove I could.  After having thanked my older brother for moving his stuff, he didn't thank me.  Although a few years later, when he was on leave from the army, he was nice to me.  He had made it thru army ranger training.

So anyway, I guess mom was doing some kind of psycho bitch compensation for the hard core child abuse she committed against me.

One time Pomeroy was kicked out of the house.  His parents found out mom had taken him in.  So they called the Greene County Sheriffs office on her.  Several deputies showed up.  Mom didn't want to give Pomeroy up to the cops.  So dad, who was a school teacher explained how he could be fired over this .  So mom gave Pomeroy up to the cops.  She trated Pomeroy and Jerimiah better than me.  She was committing criminal acts against me.

SHTF at Crane. Again

Holiday in Crane with dad's side of the family.  Mom had a few psycho bitch meltdowns at these gatherings.  Sometimes she actually restrained herself from kicking my ass.  Which generally didn't happen.  I assume because of family being present.  Although once a cop being present didn't stop her.  Actually twice.  But in these 2 instances she had already started before the cop arrived.  While at Crane, relatives were already present.

So Uncle Joe actually stopped a couple of assaults at Crane, by holding mom down on the floor.  It was rare for someone to actually intervene in a beating I was taking.  The 2 cops didn't.  The general reaction was for the people to just stand there and watch the assault.  Even the person who provoked moms rage.  Then after mom's rage wore off, everyone would just stand around looking at each other.

During one of her meltdowns, mom didn't kick my ass.  She just started saying she wanted the cops called.  She picked up the phone to call them herself.  Granddad made it clear she wasn't welcome to use their phone.  So mom continued bitchin.  So granddad called the cops.  Crane had no cops.  So stone county sent a deputy.  This was the 60s.  So it was a shaggy guy with a stache.  The guys listens to all sides.  And mom thought she was in the right.  Come to think of it I did take a beating that time.  So I was questioned.  And didn't snitch.  So mom starts telling the deputy she wants someone arrested.  The deputy says, "Oh, you want someone arrested?"  Mom says "yes".  So the deputy says "put your hands behind your back", and cuffs her.  Mom was obviously surprised.  Then the deputy tells her how old and decrepit the stone county jail is.  Then asks her again if she really wants someone arrested.  She said "no".

So the cop leaves.  Mom goes out to wait in the car until time to leave.  And obviously mom is still pissed.  Which as a general rule is, when mom is pissed, I get my ass kicked.  So I go out and wait in the car with her.  Grandad/grandmom has my cousins start looking for me.  And they find me in the car with mom.  And ask me to come back in the house.  I seriously didn't want to.  And said "no".
Grandad comes out and asks me to come in.  Again "no".  Mom gets pissed and orders granddad away from the car.  So eventually dad comes out and orders me into the house.