End of my life that once existed.

Several days before I was to start my new job in Kentucky, I packed all of my belongings into my car. I had to sell my large guitar amplifier and my stereo speakers because I had no room for them. I point that out because the stereo speakers would play a significant role in proving how closely the Nazi Gestapo stalked me at all times.

As I was preparing to leave Scranton, I was closing the trunk to my car when my mother came out to say good-bye. As she approached me I asked her "where is my target rifle that father hid?" My mother started crying and said, "he won't give it to you. I argued with him about it, but he said no."

I didn't want the rifle because I knew the Crazies were still trying to paint me as a violent person and if I didn't have any weapons, I foolishly thought that it would be pretty hard to make that lie stick. I was just testing to see who my parents would support. Just the knowledge that my parents, at least my father, would buy into the Crazies plan made me feel sick. My father who was at home, wouldn't even show his face so I said good-bye to my mother, got in my car and headed for Kentucky. THAT WAS THE LAST TIME I WOULD EVER SEE MY PARENTS AND I ONLY EVER TALKED TO THEM ONE OTHER TIME. My father died about 10 years later and my mother lived another 28 years.

At that point the evil Nazi state and its sick gestapo agents had destroyed EVERYTHING that had existed in my life six years earlier when I took my position with Gamma Supplies. I knew I would never be going back home because no one wants the sick Naze bastards in their life and wherever I go the Nazi scumbags are close behind. And I will never, and I mean never forgive this sick, evil fascist state and the sub-human scum that ordered the destruction of my life. I have often thought about what I would do if I were given gun and put in a room with the man who ordered the destruction of my life. At first I would think that I wouldn't want to lower myself to his or her level and shoot him. But on the second thought, I decided that anyone who destroys human life for fun, money and power, doesn't deserve to live. I would kill him or her just to make sure they never destroyed another human life.

My arrival and introduction to Paducah was ominous. The evening before I arrived in the city, there was a major snow storm that left several inches of snow on the ground. I didn't know it at the time, but in Kentucky, there is basically no snow removal equipment and the snow is left on the roads until mother nature and warmer temperatures remove it. This means that at intersection and stop lights, the snow get packed down, partially melts and then freezes at night into a sheet of ice. As I approached an intersection in early morning, the light turned red. I put my foot on the brake, but instead of stopping, I continued to slid past the light into the intersection. Since I saw a car on my left start to proceed, I started honking my horn frantically to let the driver know I couldn't stop. Apparently the driver decided he could beat me through the intersection and he actually accelerated. Unfortunately, he didn't make it and I hit him broadside. There was no damage to my car, but the other car had some serious damage to the back half. Such was my introduction to Paducah.