The Ministry of ?

8:18 P.M.                                                                                                                                   2/11/2017




   Well, it's after Eight O'clock in the evening and I'm not a watermellon yet. Sometimes, when I'm tired after traveling a lot I think that I might turn into something else and a watermellon was the first thing that came to mind. I know it sounds like I was thinking about the animated movie 'Cinderella' and the Stage Coach that takes her to the Royal Party that changes back into a pumpkin at midnight. I'm really tired. I have a $500,000,000 Trust Fund that gets me $1,000 a month and the possibility of more if it's managers make themselves known to me of more and the rumor that I'm a Magistrate - Judge in the Great Northwest, USA, I get followed everywhere all the time and at night I sleep outdoors. The Mint's are in charge of Contracts and the ones in Denver, Colorado USA and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania USA must not be convinced that I'm every bit as good at government as any of them. Oh well, I guess I should just give up, afterall some things are just meant to be out of reach and after almost twenty five years I reall am starting to let go of the possibility that they'll come through on them contracts. So what should I do. I think that Charlottesville, Virginia USA was trying to give me a hint when they sent me to prison saying I robbed a rich guy in the city when I asked him for a few dollars and then beat him up. I didn't do it.

   I know I tell this story a lot but think of it like this I tell them at least I try to tell it a little diffferntly each time.

   What a Fantastic Story they have given me, it sounds like a Fairy Tale doesn't it, i feel so small sometimes knowing that the people in my life since the day I was born thought so little of my life they hanedicapped me this way, I guess they think it was really something when they decided to give me a grand a month but still tell me I'm not allowed to marry who I want that weill have me or own a home, really something. I can't say I want to kill myself but sometimes I wish I was never born, I have been through so much, a lot of broken bones and a lot of government work in dangerous places getting beat up with only a promise of pay from some unknown person one day. Sometimes when Law Enforcement goes out of their way to talk to me they're people from the past that just want to give me a hard time and make it worse for me, it happens just about everyday, poor me. I don't know what else to say except that it would be great if I could sleep for a week in a comfortable bed and get a hot shower with plenty of soap for an hour or two, I don't think that will happen though, I'm what everybody would probably call a loser. My only chance is if the one that dreamn't up this plan for me to change their mind and make it a rags to riches story but I'm not really that lucky. I know they're are people worse off.

   When I was little I used to talk to everybody about how one day I would grow up to marry a woman that would give me babies and we'd live in a great house with some dogs and cats and a big back yard and have a bar-b-que every weekend but that's just fading away and getting torn lke an old pair of Levi 501 jeans, it fit for awhile but it's time to get some new dream.

   If I told you that I think that they're are so many people that think it's cool to make fun of a guy like me every chance they got that I'm nearly faint with exhaustion would you believe me and that if I decided to beat up one of them that I probably would be forced into a whore house for the rest of my days is what I have to face every day would you call me a crazy man too as if the government would actually be sympathetic to my problems with them.

   When they asked me if I wanted to be a Minister I thought that I would get to live and work in a church and go to other churches and be important. Okay maybe they said as the years went by that would be a miracle if it actually happened that way for every Minister and I still accepted the job.

   I guess that's just the way it is for guys like me.

   I hope that you are having a better time then I am and if not I hope it gets better for you.

   Take care of yourself and don't worry about me because I have to go now, maybe, I'll be back tommorrow to tell you the story again.

Bye.