Never did tell you what happened when I Caddied for Mr. Merlino. (you know a week after you looped me with Ralph Natale as the F.B.I. set up his Witness Protection)
So the big guy in the group, he gets first ups on the second tee. Look, I'm assuming he is muscle, most likely a hit man in the flesh for "the family". Good old "Johnny Sciotto" (got himself a favor) sets his bag down next to the tee, I follow. So I pipe up...
"On this hole, you've got jail on the left, it's safe on the right.."
To this, the salt and pepper Mr. Merlino yells to his guy batting cleanup, "Give it a GOOD WHACK!"
Big guy hits it 255 yards in the fairway, turns to me and says low, loud, and deliberate - like (you know?) "Right down the middle..."
Not everyday a serial killer has this kind of exchange with you on the golf course.
Of course Ralph Natale reached for the gun in his shoulder holster under his green jacket, screaming "This kids not a caddie!" while I feared for my life...
Personally, my "Dad", that asshole never believed a word I said about those loops. Said it was my bi - polar.
Anyhow, I hope the season finds you faring well. Tell Mr. Richards I say "hello".
Elated to Relate It,
Joel E.A. Brooks
Creator/ https://www.ozenoz.media
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If trees grew upside down
And root houses were in fashion
I’d build me a root house high in the clouds
Of the bare peaked mountain
With snow at its base
There I’d spend my nights
Looking down at the stars
That shine under the sky
From the seas of illusion
To the deserts of green
And swing from the roots of my lone sanity
I am not schizophrenic.
You insist and persist in meddling in my affairs spreading word that I am a disabled dead beat schizophrenic addict who has threatened you and yours, this inferring that I am dangerous.
You tell all these as the reasons for me being alienated, ostracized, persecuted, and ultimately in a monitored estrangement.
I will never get within 100 miles of you, this I assure you .
Your political clout via channels you obtained through your life have hurt me.
You nearly succeeded in having me State Hospitalized for life a few times , until I withdrew my case before the judge, leaving you no alternative but to observe my "intent to recover"...
Speaking of which, my Psychiatrist of four years now, officially put for the record my "total recovery" from drug and alcohol use, remission was long and proven; paved the way to being fully recovered by observing that self medication is normal, and with decades of therapy under my belt, I am good now.
Due to you I have lost friends, family, jobs, houses, girlfriends, fiancees, spent time in jail while being innocent, the list goes on and on.
My senses are really good, and I know you're out there fighting the ultimate success I have created in my life.
This is not a threat, but a promise:
I will leave you alone. I want nothing to do with you.
I am Bi Polar. Not schizophrenic. I am not an addict.
I have a wife of 13 years, a daughter I have been with since she was born, a life of my own.
I am almost 50 years old.
Let me grow old here, my home, San Diego, in peace.
If I ever, I mean fucking EVER get wind that you have meddled again, I will take action to discredit you and seek legal remittances.
You know, I can't even say I care what happens to any of you.
Y'all are a lost cause.
Take Care,
J.E. Ayers Brooks
Creator / Ozenoz Media
'Cause it's just you against your tattered libido
The bank and the mortician, forever man
And it wouldn't be luck if you could get out of life alive"