BravoBilly

When you find yourself googling yourself and finding yourself and not remembering how your got to the website that you found yourself on, you are on information overload.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...

it's about learning how to dance in the rain!"

Just a quick test through the systems…

I shoulda read this first and maybe I did but did not pay attention read it …She needed food stuff… I DONE BEEN SCAMMED…WATCH OUT…AFTER I WASH MY CLOTHES,

I am going to fight some battles on Facebook!!!  ROFLOL…

Love scam: Some scammers are a little tougher to find. They will express their deep love for you (even though they've never met you) and will soon discuss wanting to meet you in person. They will often say they've singled out your profile. More often than not the letter looks like it's generic (ie. a form letter designed for anyone). If it's a man, he'll be vague about his profession but will almost always mention that he travels extensively. It may take two to three letters, but he'll likely mention Nigeria (or just "West Africa"), South Africa or Malaysia. If it's a woman she'll likely mention Nigeria, GHANA (or just "West Africa"), Russia or Ukraine. The next step is to get you to send them money for some dire cause (mother is sick and needs an operation; can't pay a bill; stuck in a hotel with no money; need money desperately to save a business deal, etc.). Likewise, they may claim they wish to meet you and need you to purchase a plane ticket so they can visit you. This is very common request for Russian scammers. They will often mention that "age is just a number" or "distance is no barrier to love". This scam is often targeted to members 15-20 years their senior.

Trouble was…I was so broke…did not have any money to send them…ROFLOL…

So I get the name Felicia…Asiami…I look it up and there is this man pining after her…finally I neglect 2 nights of Mafia Wars and Farmville to spend with her sending me definitions of love.   

At any rate, I spent tonight talking with her and tonight, the bomb dropped with her asking for $50 for food.  After I told her that I had NO money and maybe she should send me some money…she wished me well and cut it off…

Now my heart is broken for sure…I will get over for sure because with 200 in your Mafia you can’t go wrong…LOL…

I realize reality snuck away from me for a while and now I am getting just down right angry for having been hurt…So I will have to go and take out on the games I play…Or, maybe clean my trailer…

Whew, its a good thing she is not coming over here….Maybe she changed her mind when I told her I snored. LOL…Oh well…I think she is just one sick woman who gets her kicks in hurting men or she is trying to con men out of money… 

But Darn I thought I met my true love part II…

As I lay in the water many years ago with the snakes crawling on me in that pond in Southeast Asia, I was scared and alone.  I did not remember until I started sobering up and stopped drinking…altogether. 

I thank the Lakota for dragging my ass to my first AA meeting out there on the Rez to begin the process of recovery.  Had I known it to be so painful, I may not have gone.

I continued and the memories flooded into me.  And Charles, you were one of them.  Charles Washington…I can almost feel you now as I held tight trying to keep the blood from flowing from your body.  Close to this time of the year.  The smells, every time I smell mold and mildew, it triggers something.  And you there, telling me to trust Jesus. 

But I couldn’t at that time…I used to be an acolyte in the Episcopal Church and I drifted in and out of various different Christian Churches.  I checked out the Elysian Tree Metaphysical Book Store up in Urbana, Illinois right next door to the sleazy movie.  That was when I read about Islam and other religions and somewhere learned how to plot horoscopes…

I was in there searching. I wanted to know why you died and I had stayed alive but I could not express it at the time because I did not even know myself.

Eventually after you told me to Trust Jesus and bleed to Death in my Arms, Charles, I thought I probably should at least read the Bible for your honor. So I bought a One Year Bible and read it through several times…Interesting book…

You were a trip, this big black man that reminded me of the South that I had grown up in with such deep faith that kept us all going over there and when I finally crawled out of that nasty water, standing there shaking out of cold, sweat, wet and fear and found you, and the other guy alive but he died before I could do anything.

You tried to help me, but the damned blood just kept spurting out of you.  It hurts so bad and I have to write this because I have to  show people what it’s like to survive.  Here it is some 44 years later and I have tears streaming down my face because I have chosen to get sober and deal with the feelings.

No wonder I really don’t like playing vampire games…I have had enough blood….and it was just a short few months…Not even are regular tour of duty…One of those black ops things that we love to do and then claim we haven’t even done…until there is a fuckup…. Why according to my records, I was not even there!

But, there are too many people with memories stumbling around and now a whole new generation coming up with sand in their boots instead of mold and mildew…God bless’em.  Well, Charles…I guess I will try to keep it together…I am still staying sober…keep cool good buddy and stay dry.

Published a day late for Veterans Day.

Darn, I thought I’d met my true love and I missed a night of my games on Face book.  All my crops will be withered maybe or overgrown on my farm, my neighbors howling on the other thing…All ready I have people wanting to join Castle thing…Boy my memory is messed up.  I have to check out which vitamin I really need and get it…

I bad enough that I have a hard time keeping up with the games on Face Book and then I go and check out a Christian Dating thing….and have some young woman want to meet me right off the bat…Right away it sets off alarms….Natasha….Natasha…Warning, Natasha…

The one thing about being burned on a computer is that it rarely happens again.  So the story is the first time that she needs to come from Russia, I just need to send her some money to start the immigration process.  I am so broke, I am waiting for the woman to bring me home. ROFLOL.  Ain’t gonna happen, boy.  That’s Southern talk for put your head back on your shoulders, boy.

Well, So I bring this picture to a meeting I go to regularly and this guy  there says, out loud “That’s Natasha!”  He knew the story as he had looked into the same thing on the computer…Ever since then my sponsor in this program kids me about Natasha this and Natasha that….

So I join this Christian Dating thing…and right away there are all kinds of women…her story is that she is in Ghana…29 years old…good looking picture…that’s the problem with the picture…I could send a picture of a good looking woman and it really would be me…

Darn I thought I’d met my true love…

Happy Veterans Day to all the Veterans who served in any war any where…

While looking at websites about Afghanistan, I say to myself, just get the hell out of there, the Russians couldn’t do it, what makes us think we can?  Oh, that’s right, they attacked us. 

Well, didn’t they attack us in the Bay of Tonkin?  Isn’t that the whole idea?  We are not aggressors.  We defend liberty, justice and the American way.  But, I really don’t buy it anymore.  Nor, do I buy the liberal point of view either. 

It doesn’t really really matter who is in office at the time, Democrat or Republican, what matters is the economy.  Right now, the economy sucks.  And if you were to bring back all of the young men who were serving overseas back home, what jobs would they come home to?  So I say increase the troops by the 10% that is unemployed, then it will look like employment is okay…Sounds like a great plan, huh?  So, I’d show this to someone in the higher up.

Now, we have someone going whacko in Ft.Hood. But, he gets shot by civilian police who evidently are trained not to kill.  What happened to shoot to kill?   And I ride the bus and after I mention the flags being flown at half mast, this kid whips up his arm to show his crescent moon and star tattoo.  So is he Muslim?  

Does that mean I should be afraid to ride the bus or convert to Islam?  What is the difference between Muslim and Islam anyway?  Can you be Muslim and be my friend with me being a Christian, or it just as bad as within Christianity, and we all are trying to convert each other to our own respective denominations.  Or is that about money, too?  Where is Robin Hood when you need him?  Ft. Hood…Hmmmmm

Three cheers for the merry men! 

1 Contend, O LORD, with those who contend with me;
fight against those who fight against me.

So my Jeep breaks down, and I  now have to learn how schedule shopping and do all the things I used to do by Jeep by public transportation.  I go to a regular meeting, since I am a friend of Bill W.’s. Every morning I go out of the house, and I get down to the bus stop in time so I will not miss the 99 bus so I can connect with the 3 bus westbound. 

The 99 bus is an interesting bus because it runs to and from Palmetto, FL and to the transit station in Sarasota, FL. on Fruitville Rd.  They supposedly  alternate runs between Manatee County Area Transit (MCAT) and Sarasota County Area Transit (SCAT).  A SCAT –MCAT situation.  There is actually a cat as symbol for the transit on Manatee’s transit system…Scat cat….   cute….

Most mornings I can see the bus pull up to the corner of Cortez and 14th St W around 8:25 AM and reach me about 8:30 AM with a 5 min lay over at Desoto Station. It is the SCAT bus that reaches this time.  Once before this month and for the last two mornings the bus has just sat there and sat there and sat there.  This resulted in late connections.

Yesterday, I made it to the meeting late.  Today I came home and changed clothes and missed the bus and missed the meeting.  My own actions exacerbated the situation.

Monday we will see what happens again…And we, the riders are trying to get a Sunday run…Good luck to us…