Truth is stranger than fiction. Strangest thing to come out of my conversation with Christine Debbie is truth emerging from our fiction. I could have never predicted the turn of events on the closing day of scammer scramble. Money for nothing, get your chicks for free! For those in the audience who are new to scammers, this…
Month: August 2019
Gone Fish’n: (Part IV) Cult of Personality Disorder
“I’ve been involved in a number of cults both as a leader and a follower. You have more fun as a follower but you make more money as a leader.” — Creed Bratton I continue to question our scammer’s grasp of reality. The more absurd the messenger feed travels, the greater my concern for the…
Gone Fish’n: (Part III) I am Batman?
Should I wear the spandex? Possibly the codpiece with blue spandex? What about eyeliner and latex boots? Am I Batman, or a male dominatrix? This journey is taking me into uncharted waters of fiction. There could be a future lawsuit from DC Comics, levying allegations of gross misrepresentation of the Dark Knight. I am not…
Gone Fish’n: (Part II) Man in Black, lady-boys, and camel whispering.
Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day, and tell the world that everything’s okay. But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back till things are brighter, I’m the Man in Black. — J. Cash When asked about my backstory, who else better to narrate than Johnny Cash. Modern redemption…
Gone Fish’n: (Part I) Hamster Lies Matter
The digital void between reality and fiction is over populated with scam artist hustling to con people into believing that help, love, and riches have arrived. Occasionally the ill-repute cast a line into my space hoping for a bite. This time the bait goes by Christine Debbie, a 30 year old gal looking for love…
Trail We Going: (Part II) Hearken the striped-back jester.
With Jim Beam floating down the mountain, Brook pondered our route; forge up the rapids of Ashdown Gorge, or retreat to Plan B, C, D, or possibly E. He is a man with many trail hikes under his pack, and there are plenty well-worn paths to our final destination. While Brook calmly re-calibrates our trip,…