XCERPT. 2026. FOOL ME ONCE with that- JOSHUA TREE- LOOP de LOOP of Hell on fumes 9 dollars 96 cent gallon gas are u Fin Kidding Me? As I’m trying to get near the Oscars.  I was so focused on writing-which was it? KARATS N THE RIVER STYX: A MURDER MYSTERY, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME?  or CRAZY LITTLE QUANTUM QUARKS?  JUMPING THRU HOOPS? MEN SICK MAGIC?  I hit a flurry Creative Burst after the Rotterdam-Doha exploits when I finally got back  home 24 Feb 26.

Apparently we worked out World Peace BUT ON 28 FEB 2025 I pulled this copy of MAESTRO’S BACKSTORY outta the files.  Yep.  Files that survived that 18-WHEEL Semi-SET UP MEMORIAL DAY SUNDAY 2025 that led to the Paris-London Tour de Farce which ended badly.  So I made a premature exit to the TROPICS-completely unexpected- while the 12-Day War raged in my rear-view mirror like the fires that followed me home long, long ago as OJ was on trial right next to the Federal Building n across the street from LAPD.

Yep PO-POE DEPT.  Crazy.  I was doing my KNEE REHAB in South Central.  Stopped to pick up my dry-cleaning.  When I got home I turned on the TV.  It was a newsfest back when it was unbiased news.  I drove 15 minutes ahead of all those fires n riots now shown in a loop.  Streets ablaze buildings ablaze.  Slopes looted.

It seems like I was only a few street lights ahead of each as they broke out,  judging by the time stamp on the news. CRAZY LIL QUANTUM QUARKS. I saw that crowd gathering in front of the LAPD as I pulled outta the building for home.  CRAZY LIL QUANTUM ENTANGLEMENTS FOR SURE.

Yet, this year.  Here n Now. Maestro CrissCross n LaceStraight can’t stop what’s already set in motion. I hold the award solidly in my hands, voice steady despite the emotion choking your throat.

“This story,” my voice resonates through the hall, “is mine. It’s an ancient story of betrayal, of lies, of manipulation—that hits different when it hits you. It nearly destroyed me, and that’s atop the physical harm they procured-thru BILLIONS NECESSARY REPLACEMENT PARTS- a seemingly innocuous business. Tisn’t.

It’s about secrets hidden in the shadows, and truths I fought to reveal.”  I look directly at the camera, locking eyes with viewers, then slowly turn my gaze to the live audience. “For 6 years,” continuing, “I suffered neglect, abuse, and betrayal. I poured my heart into building something real—something that I BELIEVED was a future, a family, a life. But instead of HALLMARK CHANNEL, I was dragged through a LIFETIME NETWORK NIGHTMARE —my trust exploited, my words weaponized, my life turned into a horror show.”

The crowd is silent, hanging on every word. “They turned my journals, my private conversations, my exercise routine, my very life—into movies.

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