"In the world I see....you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned super-highway." - Chuck Palahniuk
"It is always simply a matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. The people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country." - Hitler's propaganda chief Herman Goerring
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Where the fuck to even start.....................
Ok.........12-14-01 we moved to St.Pete from VA. We sold our home and decided it would be a good thing to move to FL (where the parents live) & buy a mobile home and use the $ from the house to pay off our debt. Mostly Baby's medical bills. Sounds good, right?? Well, nothing worked out according to plan. What ever does?
The people that were hired to move us stole our shit and held it for ransom for 4 months. and between paying them double to get our stuff, paying out the ass to a lawyer who then told us there was nothing legally we could do, and my parents doing their psycho rutine......we bought a trailer for $7,000 and had less than $100 to live off of until a paycheck came in. We ended up in worse debt than we had ever dreamed. The park was cute when we moved in and within a year the sweet manager-lady died and it turned into the ghetto. Sometimes the SWAT team ran with guns in front of our windows. The kid doesn't even blink when blue lights are filling our house at night. Nice. I could go on and on about the slum that is the park now. The multi-millionare owners (aka. cheap fucking dicks that deserve death by fire ants) have been trying this year to rezone the park for condos and sell it. Bulldoze the whole thing and build condos that will start...START...at $300,000. That's public record. As the law stands, a trailer is listed under the same catagory as a car (not a house). If it was listed as a home then the owners would have to pay us for the tax value of said home....$11,000. Since it isn't seen by the government as a home, the assholes are only obligated to pay us $1,200. That's seriously it. It's taken 4 years to put an additional 2 grand into that place doing repairs and getting it prettied up to sell. Everyone knows now that the park is going to be eventually torn down, so....no one's gonna pay for a place that's just gonna be shredded. The owners have been doing everything they can to get out of having to pay any trailer owners their measily $1,200. One condo would cover everyone in the park. We did the math. For 3 years we've been living under the stress that was the danger of that place. Living with the stress of being 2 dykes with a kid surrounded by the fucking red-neck white trash that's everywhere. Been living with the stress for over a fucking year about what's gonna happen to us on $1,200. Been living with stress for 3 years b/c the manager stole our rent $ (several people have lawsuits about the same thing on him....that and he has 3 women who have pressed charges on him for sexual assault..about 6 months ago he was finnaly put in jail for the assaults) Yes...let's stop here. The manager they hired...the one that made the place a living nightmare because of who he let live there. The fucker who allowed the pool to be condemned. the fucker who allowed the gas lines to be shut off and leave us without a stove or heat. The fucker to made Baby cry every time she ended up alone with him....stole around 6 months worth of lot rent from us. I'm guessing it's about 6 months worth of rent b/c every 2 months, when we get a fake-ass eviction notice (that freaks me out anyhow), the amount owned is always..ALWAYS..different. We have been keeping in contact with a worthless attorney for over 2 years now with this shit. We are constantly sending the fucking owner letters telling them to either quit harassing us or show us how they come up with their figures. We never hear anything from them again until the next fake eviction notice. We keep sending them copies of all of our reciepts. We keep telling them to take us to court and have it officially settled. Nothing. Just hand typed eviction notices. No notary seal. No witness signature. No signature, period. I think once there was a date on one. "Everything's fine", says the lawyer. "Don't worry.", says the lawyer. "They're trying this with a lot of the owners in your area", says the worhtless lawyer who deserves to fucking die. Enter the new manager. New manager has heard all the horror stories about the asshole owners and about the dickless old manager, and doesn't hold this shit against us. New manager is a very, very kind man who feels like shit every time he's forced to give us another fake-ass eviction notice. New manager comes up to baby on 11/14 (fuck that wasn't even 2 weeks ago, was it??) and looks very distraught and asks her why we weren't at court today? Baby says that she heard that the next hearing on what's going on with the park rezoning isn't until December. Manager looks at her and says...no...YOU'RE court was today. What the fuck? What court?? He says that apparently that morning we we're supposed to have been in court to discuss the monies owed to the park. Our lawyer never told us. The owners never told us. We never got a letter in the mail. A sheriff never gave us a subpeona. No one ever told us. The owners lawyer later told us the the subpeona was mailed to us the prior week. We still haven't received it. For some reason...I'm still looking in the mailbox for it every day. What's the point of this whole story you ask???? Since we weren't in court to argue our case...since no one was in court to argue our case...it was automaticly entered in judgement for the owners. It's over. Over. I don't even know how much $ they put on there that we owed. We called their lawyer to see what was going on (why waste the phone call on ours??) and we were told that we would have to pay the amount they claimed, plus court fees, plus lawyer fees, plus and additonal $150 a month just because, PLUS we would have to sign an agreement stating that when the park is sold....we forfeit any and all money for the non-house. We would have to pay all that money just to get NOTHING when the place is sold. The pig-fuckers did all of this to save $1,200. I hope it was worth it. I hope they choke on it and die. Well, that was Monday. Tuesday I stayed home from work and kept the kid out of school and pretended everything was fine for a day and drank. Wednesday we decided that they could have the peice of shit (and drank some more). We're not fucking paying that and we're not gonna let them put an eviction on Baby's record (like S has!!), so...fuck it. My last day at work was Thursday & by Saturday night we had completely moved out. Put most of our stuff in storage and have temporarly moved in with my parents. (Yes, THOSE parents.) The cat's happier. The kid's practically pissing herself she's so fucking giddy. We hated her school. We hated her teacher. We hated the park. We hated the house. We hated the city. It's quite here. It's dark at night. The air is clean. There's no reminders of S. The kid loves her new school already. She has friends and a boyfriend already. I got a new job today & I start Monday (Admin for a mirror & glass company & it starts out at a hell of a lot more than the job I just quit was paying me). Baby even got a job at an assisted living facility starting tomorrow & it pays more than my last job. I'm still doing crunches and have gone down almost 2 full sizes. This is the latest I've been awake in a week in a half (insomnia hasn't been this beautiful in about 2 years). Our bedroom here is much bigger than the one we had. The kid's bedroom is almost double here. With the $ we're gonna be saving...it really shouldn't be long before we're back on our own again. Mom's on new meds and she seems eerily calm and peaceful. We've been here almost 2 weeks and everything's been fine. Seriously. Quite honestly....there's more good things about this than bad. Worst thing is how this happened. I wish we had come here under different circumstances. We know that this isn't our fault, but.....I'm almost 30 and I had to move my family in with my parents. Some people may not give a shit about sponging off of their parents at this age, but I have more respect for myself than that. I know we're not sponging, but it's hard not to beat yourself up and think about it that way. I don't let my Mommy or Daddy buy my living place, vehicle, pay my bills, or any of that immature bullshit. Page. God it fucking hurts so goddamn bad to leave him. He cried. I lost my shit. I haven't been able to get back to Pinellas since we moved, which means I haven't heard his voice in almost 2 weeks. It would fucking figure that I finnaly found a friend that I love so deeply and makes me feel good about myself and I have to leave him. I'm spoiled. I'm supposed to have him 5 days a week. It's been a long time since I found someone I could be so close to without fear. I love him deeply. Fuck! I write this HUGE entry about all of this shit, but when I write about Page.....boo-hoo city. I'm exhausted..........that's all for tonight, bitches..........10:25 - 11:57 p.m. - Friday, Dec. 02, 2005
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