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Nah - not safe at Wells Fargo either

I got tired of using the four legged step ladders everyone uses in California, so on September 30, 2001 I decided to make a run up to Tacoma, Washington to fetch whatever equipment I had left. Another reason for me to make the trip was that I also needed to fetch my birth certificate from my safe deposit box because it is a required document for securing a passport.

I was amazed that my truck got over 23 miles per gallon on the open highway with nothing on back. As soon as I pulled off the freeway at the Gravelly Lake Drive exit, there were a couple sheriffs' cars parked on the side of the road in front of a gas station. It looked as if they had just pulled someone over.

Once I pulled into the gas station behind them to use the telephone booth, I noticed two more squad care within the parking lot of the gas station. While I was talking on the phone to John, I looked over and saw that one of the cops there looked like the short little sassy one that had arrived as a back-up at my shop. Though it was kind of dark out, the view I had of the short cop was too far away to know for sure, but since he was talking to a big black officer; it gave me an impression that Affirmative Action was still at work in the scummy little town. Just as you may imagine; I felt I was being watched everywhere I went while in the state of Washington.

After picking up my bed and equipment from John's shop, the next important thing I had to do was to check out my safe deposit box to grab my birth certificate. Of course the birth certificate was missing along with the tampered video tape of the fire. Also missing was the credit card statement I'd saved that documented the purchase of the hydraulic cylinders of my system the day after I had the truck home. As I sat at the counter top in the small room inside the bank, I spread out all the documents that were left. I couldn’t help but look through my hand written journals. After absorbing much of the documentation I had set out before me, a strange feeling came over me. It was an awful feeling – one I find hard to identify a word to describe it.

Laid out before me was documentation of just how things had gone haywire. I found myself searching for the word I knew I would have to use to describe the sickness that had come over me. It made me realize even more about how much I hate the country I've found myself a political prisoner in. I also realized that since they took my birth certificate, it was obvious I would be better off if I'd just up and left this country behind instead of going to California. I live with the feeling of being trapped in a corrupt country where I’m just a person for the conspirators to play with because the people in the media are bought off. The sickening feeling a result of just what happens to people like myself that are suppose to be heroes, but they are punish because of their desire to do good things for society. I felt shame -- shame for the country that I was raised in. Shame like I could have never imagined. It was sickening and it caused me to walk out of the bank feeling ill.

It goes to show that no matter which bank's safe deposit box you use -- the crooks have ways of getting into them. Even some other documentation was missing, but I’d rather not say what they are at this point in time. Since one of my keys to the safe deposit box had disappeared from my key ring quite a while ago, my discovery was something of no surprise. The way I look at it is that someone was trained to sign my name or a bank teller was paid to let them slide right in.
       Each bank I've used have had revolving doors on my safe deposit boxes from the get go. I’m sure all the documentation has been scanned and copied over numerous times. There are probably more copies of all the missing documentation than I would like to know about. I’m sure that even the crooks that were sent into the boxes for the organizations they work for even made backup copies for themselves. I'm sure they know that the documents will have great importance and value to some other organizations as well; therefore they will probably sell the documentation somewhere else down the road. As things unfold over time, I'm sure that they will consider the material as important documents in history as well as collectible items. They may just be the crooks that work for the corrupt organization, but I’m sure they have very little devotion to the crooks, especially when it comes down to the best interest of the inventions.

You may be thinking the same thing I'm thinking – that is: What is the point? Well it’s just a way the crooks think they can buy time. But tell me – whose time are they buying? Yours I'd say.

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