The Ranting Room

 

Are you absolutely, totally sure?

 

I think to would have been quicker for me to print these 180MB XML files out on paper and use scissors and glue to organise them into a life-size papier-mâché model of an elephant on roller-skates juggling three hippopotomi.

 

At least I'd have something to show my boss and his customer on Monday.

 

Oh well, back to it... now where did I put that bottle of PVA glue?...

 

 

or Surrey...

 

 

For the life of me, I did not know this man. I thought in my head, Excuse me but I am holding a little girl in my arms. What the H is your problem? I said nothing and was confused. I rode over to an old friend's house and he said that the guys dog was killed on the day that me and my first wife had seperated. The dog was struck by a car and died on Rt. 40 in Buena N.J.   He told me the guy's name and it took about an hour to remember the incident. My wife at the time, had taken the dog in and cared for it. She was friends with this guy who lived behind us. The day that my wife left, I packed my things and also left. This person has been blaming me for the death of his dog for 25 years and it wasn't my doing.

I called a phone number listed with the guy's last name and spoke to a woman. I asked if she was related to this chap and she said yes but, would not reveal if she was the wife or mother. I stated that I did not appreciate his attitude and that I would like to clear up the issue. She hung up. Minutes later, a State Trooper called my house and asked if I had spoken vulgar to the woman? As it turns out, there was a guy living next door who I knew in my youth that painted a bad picture of me to the officer. He was friends with the guy who was feeling anger over the loss of his dog. The trooper then said that I would be getting a summons to court. I asked him: Doesn't my story matter to you? He repiled No! it does not! not after the way you have treated this woman.

I said, don't you yell at me! Do you think just because you are a police officer, I'm scared of you? I simply told him that I wasn't going to back down regarding this particular incident. The police then drove to the music store to obtain information from the staff who at the time, witnessed the entire confrontation. Not only did they deny seeing such an incident happen but, they lied and said that I was not even in the store that day. Don't you love it? Such a lovely bunch aren't they?

I hired a lawyer and it cost me three hundred dollars. I went to court and the lady dropped the charges. Excuse me but, did I just pay $300 dollars for this guy's anquish? Is that the concept? I have detached myself from the Vineland music store staff since then. This happened 25 years ago and come to find out, this guy was having a fling with my first wife. The dog was part of their means to an end. These types of people are dirt bag degenerates that are on a red neck mission. This guy is a school teacher. God help us!  Everytime my butt is in a sling like this, I tend to get foul due to the territory it derives from. Listening to ZZ TOP and watching the super bowl, and beating the crap out of my wife, and hating black citizens because the color of their skin is different from mine, is not my cup of tea, if you know what I mean? I was minding my own business while shopping in their store. I will never forgive these people for what they did during a crucial time when I was raising and providing for my little girl. I will resent them naturally for the rest of my life.