Title and plates $67. stuff at ollies discount store $65.
Today I got title and plates for the new car,and a new registration for the volvo wagon where they never sent the sticker or they sent it and I lost it. That was at the top of my list for today.
I worked about 3 hours on the mississippi case, and need to get back to that; it's why I came back home. I got some seed flats ready to plant, with a compost-vermiculite-potting soil mix.
Did some minor chores, and bought noise-cancelling headphones to take to studies. Bought this and that at a discount store.Talked to my lawyer about the status of my case, which I am not supposed to
discuss on social media so that's all I'll say about that.
I am going to put the lonnie story in the comments section. It came up on reddit so I wrote it down. Coffee, a bath, then I'll get back to the Mississippi case, or maybe make a new list.
Tomorrow I tow my car home from the shop - passed on the $1200 estimate - and pack for st charles trip thursday.
Lonnie and his step brother were walking down the street pushing a lawn mower. I didn't realize till much later they'd probably stolen it. I hired them to mow some lawns. That was how I met the neighborhood burglar. First day: they worked hard, I paid them. Second day: they told me what lawns they cut, I paid them, but when I checked the work they didnt do it so I never paid them again. Day 3 or so: Finding out I'll never hire them again, they steal my lawn mower. Some time later: Lonnie comes over, tries to sell me a gun. He's stolen it from his mom. I decline. Offers to have sex with me for money. I decline. (He was cute enough, but I didn't like him because he'd stolen my lawn mower.) Acts desperate, says he's going to kill himself. I ask him not to get blood on my walls. He threatens to shoot me and takes my wallet, $90. He leaves. A month or so later, there's a knock on my door, lonnie and some other guy. I slam the door on them and run upstairs and call 911, but they get in the back door and pull knives on me and rob me of $35. I had learned to carry less money on me from the previous incident. I tell them I've called 911 and they run away. The officer shows up but he's a dick,and when I decline to give him a social security number he leaves without doing anything. I think the next incident was a day later. I'm home alone, 3 of them come in my house. Lonnie, some 20ish kid and the stepbrother. Lonnie puts a knife to my eye, twists my arm behind my back, to get me to tell him where my gun is. I know he's mostly a bullshitter, so I decide I'd rather have him have the gun than break my arm. That and I'm a wimp when it comes to pain. I tell him where the gun is hidden and he gets it. He puts the gun to my head and says, "Suck my dick." I take a second to get my mental affairs in order. I've had a good life, I'm ok if it ends here. I tell him "no." Now, if he'd just asked nicely before stealing my lawn mower, I would have been ok with sucking his dick, but trying to force me is the wrong way to go about it. They rummage around the house, trying to find anything worth stealing, upset with me for not having anything of value. He knew I was a lawyer, and just assumed that meant I kept bags of money around the house. That's not how it works. They take me downstairs, and put me up against a wall,and Lonnie raises the gun, planning to shoot me, maybe. Now, I have a little martial arts training - 30 years of chess - and at this point I do something that scares them away, and they take off running. I call the cops and this time they send a decent cop. he takes a report, tells me to get a gun and kill lonnie the next time he comes over. It was good advice and maybe it would have been the right thing to do. I've never yet killed anyone; it's something I try to avoid. That night I move out for a few months and stay with a friend 10 miles away. A week later I'm at my house, trying to find my birth certificate somewhere in my boxes, so I caan get my driver's license, and I see yet another member of Lonnie's crew. he's wearing a ski mask and holding a knife. At first I'm cooperating, but I start getting mad. I try hard to be a christian and do the forgiveness thing, but this was pushing my limits pretty hard.I take the knife from him but he runs away before I can get the mask off, so I still don't know who that was.
A few months later in another burglary lonnie and one of his goons tie up a hispanic couple and kill them. Lonnie gets 99 years. Not sure which one the other guy was. Turns out Lonnie was only 15. I'd assumed he was more like 19, big guy. The stepbrother is still out there causing trouble. All this was about 12, 13 years ago. The stress was a big factor in my nervous breakdown year later, after I was tortured in jail. I'm a lot better now, but I'm still not at a place where I can use my law degrees or even hold down a regular job. I have a self-employment thing that gives me enough to get by on, and in my spare time I do the occasional amicus brief about free speech on the internet. Which is what I should be doing now instead of reddit.
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