I should've done this!

I don't second guess fuck all!
I've learned to live with not leaving cash in banks or in cash form.
I turned everything into bearer bonds since the 60's.
You need cash you drive the 300 fucking miles to your family's house and visit the fucking attic while your there!
Why!
Because you'll pay fucking dearly for each and every time they send a grubbing fucking crony to fleece your private possessions and come home broke, again!
Then, when you report the invasion- you're Q & fucking A'd like you robbed yourself!
The irs comes and does the same insane procedure and wants their fucking cut I already fucking played for.
Then the loco-locals put you on their watch list and the insanity continues for fucking ever.
Clowns to the left of me and more criminal clowns to the right. Here I am, stuck with my fiddle with you!
Cash talks bullshit walks!
Sammy Davis Jr. Once told me some serious secrets at the Sands in vegas!
Do these things, and you'll prolong your demise. If there's someone who can STOP the fleecing bastards, IT's not going to be he who has the most money, but he with the larger audience to those awake! There's not many and practically none anywhere in the world! So the more you bank the more your assets will be frozen. Frank ditto'd whatever Sammy said. Here the fuck I still AM! And after all that the fuckers have fleece frm me through covert fucking experiences. I've lived this fucking long, because I LOVE what we were founded on, in promises premise! We all got toasted then, I got saluted and Frank put his hand and my shoulder and said, GOOD like a brother and Sammy echoed, It'll take more than that!

That was in 67, when the bastards got into my room and stole my measly 50 fucking dollar stash of cash, and the GREAT SHOW letter from ELVIS, who caught my daytime debut, top forty act! I was 14, wore a fake mustache and stood 5'10, not the dime store! Both reached into their pockets and gave me what they had! I left vegas with 38 hundred dollars and 78 cents in cash for a 2 day debut's pay, that was (100 bucks). I wasn'nt rebooked because 1. I reported the incident (that was a no no) and 2. I was underage, obviously! Back to the dives with my dreams. Where the fuck was Woody Gutherie? Three black listed levels below me at invite sympathy shows to appease the m-asses and the pseudo.

Most of the way up to 1982 I bought World Bank Bearer Bonds and the return was 15%.

And I did!