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.