4 years, that be 1460 days since Mom awoke no more.  Pillow talk by errant heirs says the slaughter house mill of rumors, no it wasn’t a brain tumor. 

Either way neither she nor I got that Big January Check  she waited for.  Honey, worry about money no more she said to me on the phone 5000 miles away laughing the night before, her last words before she rested her weary head only to wake no more joining her sisters four already gone.

 Instead thieving executor son n conspiracy sissy took all the security she left for me, even her amazing sant collection n christmas tree.  Their share not enough for them greedy cheating landbaron son daughter n their evil children,  we take urs too enuf uve gotten. 

Authorities the law to enforce, 10000-fold, instead took a cut, rights to Costner n Yellowstone sold, n my riffs n lyrics lifted too. Not enough is all that, they killed my cat to take the model, grand designs for hunting lodge called DAD n MY PLACE. Crazy that cuz restraining order prevents embezzling executor son from hunting again.

Stay tuned for next installment. If this seems rehash NO JOKER TONIGHT cuz one more Christmas passes with the Scrooges who apparently think we are STOOGES.  Never mistake kindest n patience for weakness.  We will see you punished n ill-gotten gains returned legally unlike your forging embezzling ways,on your knees at the gallows guillotine.  If u think this dark, remember it’s written without the benefit of electricity n water, blocked now 21 months without just cause. Listen when Hark the Herald angels sing, for Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord. You crucified my son, n now you lie n cheat n kill your mother harm your sister, you did it on the Eve of Jesus Birth.  Blame me not for their darkness, but we all seen this play before, appeasement n victim blaming hoping the crocodile eats you last.  Santa for sure en route again bringing lumps of coal for them once again. Stay tuned for the next installment cuz process used these last 4 years is about to get an overhaul.  Those making bets n policy at our expense, get out your checkbook finally.  More to tell lots of whispers, suicide NOT an option in my religion, and if per chance outta window I fall, I was pushed or car is crashed no accident.  this is how I awoke Christmas Eve Morn, 1460 days ago. Ain’t been a pleasant day or night since, n now NOT a stepchild, I look like a quince.  Only had this happened on Halloween, it would better fit the standard scene.

Stay tuned for the next