A New Criminal Group Wants To Get Rid of Me!

The person of real interest was not Debbie or as she preferred, Deborah. The man sitting on my right just didn't belong in the club. He was probably 20 years older than the average patron and he claimed to be from out of town. He said he was from Missouri and he belonged to some farmers group that was having problems with the government. As I listened, I couldn't help but think he was some sort of federal agent. Whoever he was, he just didn't fit in the club atmosphere and I left the Castaway club that night wondering why I had run into him.
A couple of days later, I picked up the local newspaper and stared at the headlines. There had been a big drug raid at the Castaway Club and the band members, including my friend Dave, had been arrested for dealing drugs. It really didn't surprise me because Paducah was a party town since it was the major city in the only "wet" county in the area. All surrounding counties had strict laws against the serving of liquor in any form. And the couple of times I had been I Froggy's, I was sure this one man I conversed with was selling drugs and I suspected drugs were being sold in another club I seldom visited. What surprised me was that all four band members had been arrested.
The raid and the arrests took place within 6 months or less from when I started visiting the Castaway Club. I surmised that the federal agents following me around(after all, I was so dangerous!) probably stumbled upon the drug sales in the club. I knew that everywhere I went, I had federal agents right behind me and I'll relate a story to demonstrate that later.
Within a few days of the announcement of the drug arrests, several friends told me that someone had fingered me as the informant about the drug dealings. It would be easy for someone to conclude that since as I pointed out the drug raid took place several months after I started frequenting the place. And, I had no doubts that the low-life federal agents would gladly identify me as the informant as a way to keep me stressed and possibly get rid of me for good. Having drug dealers after you in addition to the federal gestapo agents would be enough to stress out anyone.
Apparently rumors of death threats against me became so real that whenever I went out after the drug raid I had to be extra cautious. I started frequenting the Executive Inn after the drug raids at the Castaway Club. I had a friend there too who was a guitar playing entertainer and we would sometimes get together and chat during his breaks. What made the Executive Inn different was a unique construction where the first three floors were a typical concrete parking garage and then the upper levels consisted of the lounge, the dinning room, the reception area and the hotel rooms. The reason for this design was because the Executive Inn had been built on the outside of the Paducah flood walls which protected the city from the Ohio river which frequently flooded. What this meant for me was that I had to park in a dimly lit concrete garage. And everyone has seen the TV show or movie scene where someone gets gunned down walking to their car!
It turns out that my popularity because of my "psychic" abilities became very helpful. I would go into the Executive Inn, find a vacant table and sit down. Within a half hour, the table would be full with four or more acquaintances and they would all sit there until I got up to leave for the evening. When I got leave, several women stood up and offered to escort me to my car! I would walk down to my car with 4-6 women surrounding me. It seemed unlikely that the drug dealers would gun me down under those conditions. I would get into my car, thank the women and then drive home.
What a way to live and I am sure the scumbag federal agents loved it. I always seemed strange to me that most people liked me and my only real enemies were drug dealers, fascist gestapo agents and psychopaths. As the saying goes, YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT A PERSON BY WHO HIS ENEMIES ARE. When you think about it, my enemies reveal a lot about me.