First with a baggage carousel?
George Jetson architecture?
Obsessed with being on time?
They knew my name?
Why?
March 12,
2017
Jackie –
Yes, it has
been a long time since I came to your Housing Committee meeting after work with
a migraine headache and a girlfriend whose dad was a Colonel in the U.S. Air
Force. Since that time, I’ve returned to this area in “disgrace” after bad
experiences in California and two offers to meet and seal a movie deal.
I can’t get
back to LA.
I can’t even
get to Jeff City.
I unbelievably
can’t get to Maryland Heights for a year plus to pull a $6 police report.
Meanwhile,
Dar Walker is not on my Christmas list after being told some highly personal
information about certain of my family members, and his idea of help is to
accept a phone call and want to talk later due to a meeting with “big-shots.” I
don’t mind telling you sister is addicted to meth and lost one job I know of, while
brother-in-law has been an alcoholic since he told me back in the Mental Health
Coordinator days that his 12 pack was for “visitors.”
They were
kind enough to rent me a house where visitors banged on the porch, doors, air
conditioner and walls all night looking for meth in addition to shooting
assault rifles nearby to convey a “message” that was received and thus I became
“stuck” in yet another motel.
For three
years, I thought I could maybe get back on with DMH.
For two years
I thought I could do a presentation on the West Coast behavioral health
disaster.
For a year
I’ve wanted to do a “cop training” using my close scrapes with guns and the
mentally disordered as illustrations. I don’t suppose you remember the
Manchester case that outraged even us troglodytes at Central Office. Six cops
shot the guy in mom’s garage because he had a sword. If I had ten less years on
me, I’d get in the cop gym and show them how to take away the sword
with no bullets required.
Gosh, I hope
my Internet keeps working,
Bill Hughes,
SLU MSW
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