The Mystery Analyst

First off, as I try to recollect these things surfacing in scattered segs.

The mother fuckers are fucking seriously with my computer.

I know they wanna know, but not as much as I do!

All I know is there are times in those days that went way beyond the fuckin TWILIGHT ZONE!

I remember once this supposed Dentist hired me to build him a Custom Counter for his office that didn't exist!

I remember goin to get the measurements and draw the blueprints.

He paid me for the job in advance.

But, he never opened.

I remember building the bottom cabinet.

It was sweet, beautiful woodgrain as his request.

The he changed the instructions and said now he wanted to go with formica.

I said OK, I don't do formica, yet.

But I can.

He said that's OK.

Paid me and never opened.

I went to see if he did open and the people there said they never heard of him or his supposed Dentist office moving in.

They thought I was the only one over there in the empty space doing the drywall.

You know, I never did any drugs when I was in Canada.

But some really serious spots in my memory are missing.

Now looking back, I should've seen I was being interrogated long before I was attacked when I called SCTV and spoke to John Candy on the Phone about a video someone I never knew put a BETA format video in my inner Black Leather Trench Coat Pocket on an elevator. I knew, we were not alone and the experiences I and those that were with me then there too, knew. I remember taking the back way parallel Queen Street to get it to John and wound up with a crushed skull in a basement room of the hospital. I remember the RCMP bringing in their Psych to imprint me that "your friend did this to you". My friend was in fuckin TEXAS, in the MILITARY, with his Sargent WIFE. And nowto this very fuckin day, his mind is fucked too. He doesn't even recognize me. We were childhood BLOODS, FORFUCKINEVER (INC) He came up to see me whenever I called him. At the drop of the hat! But, he wasn't there, then. I left the Country though A S A fuckin P. I remember being handcuffed to the fuckin gurney. When I could finally get my senses together, I went to the nurse to get my clothes on and left the Country, fuckin IMMEDIATELY!

I know my honesty impairs my recollection of things. Because I type them as fast as my Rooster fingers can spot the fuckin keys. But I'm starting to remember shit I never could before. I JUST know.

Many an OP has been pulled on my fuckin ass.

I am more than fortunate to still be, ALIVE!

Just when you think you know when, where, who and what you've done in your life.

When you go back in your mind and seriously examine it.

You surprise yourself.

With things you swore you remembered, but see shit you didn't.