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Jessica was everywhere…

September 30, 2012

9/29/2012 @ 9:00 PM

There is something afoot in the cosmos. Why?

Because everywhere I went today…people kept using the name Jessica and the name S__________. Jessica this, Jessica that.

Today, Jessica was everywhere.

What do you wish to tell me, my dear Jessica? I am here for you… waiting… listening. Just find R and let her now what you want to tell me. Is it about the man with the anchor tattoo? Or about the barbed wire about your ankles?

Maybe its about the two toned car and all those men grabbing at you in the back seat? What is Dalton, Ga. to you? Is that where they took you for a ride? Just before the shovel… the bloody shovel and the compass?

Talk to me Jessica…talk to me!


Only 10 days till Charley’s Anniversary. Give it up, Grim. I received a message today. Rumor has it there are many people now who suspect that it’s true– you know–how you got that scar under your left eye. They know Roaxanne gave it to you…fighting you off, just before you helped strangle her and snapped her neck.  You helped throw her in the lake by the tree, remember? R saw the swirling lights of your car. Would you like me to tell them what lake and what your, ‘call#’ was?  Her anniversary is coming up too. October 7th, isn’t it? Or is it the 12th? I get so confused. So many bodies, so much water.


Getting a little too hot for you, Grim?

Rumor has it, Hell is a lot hotter than this!


“If you murdered once…”

September 29, 2012


Yesterday I started to write a blog… far different from the one you are about to read. Why? Because it was full of the frivolous things we think and feel in down times of our chaos… and I have a mission.

This morning I asked why there seems to be such a delay in this matter. The answer came back, “use this time wisely- the delay is a blessing in disguise.”  And so, I will bide my time and heed its caution. A two day internet snag and disconnect provide the necessary time to complete the edits and now must be transferred to the electronic copy before the manuscript heads its way off to the agent again.

I am not ungrateful for the long process. Occasionally I simply become disillusioned that the calendar reflects now just shy of four years of my life being dedicated to this cause- and still I wait for word of resolution. I hate it when Charley seems to go silent. I know I have chores to do and that it would be fools folly to continue everything at such a breakneck speed all the time, but I grow impatient.

And when I become impatient, I become emboldened. That is not a good thing for me- or for Grim. You see, when I become impatient–I write things, I say things. I tell the world about Grim’s secrets and I know it gets him riled. I begin to question things, like…

How much blood money does it take to build a new fine house for your honey-bunny?

Wow! New car…new house! Buying loyalties, Grim?

You see…over a year ago, R was shown Grim moving money around. Not like from savings to checking…I’m talking–BIG-BIG– money. You got scared, huh? You started to shuffle things around a bit so you wouldn’t look like such a target? Einstein too!

But Grim…

You said… wait till my so called ‘rich’ relative dies. Then I can pretend to use that money–not the real money I made off of Charley’s death—to build houses and buy cars. My wife will buy that, won’t she? Well at least you hope nobody will be the wiser. But you forgot about the black night club owner. You know- the ‘Bugman’? I like to call him that because he sold “bug” tickets back then. Yeah, he’s still pissed. He watched you take the money from G. He saw you from the bushes that night. You double-crossed him. Not a good idea, Grim. He is haunted by your betrayal, just as he will now haunt you in his.

What else does this man know? What else does this man wish to share from the other side?

Right now he is caught up in his death, but R and I can help him move forward from that—help him on his way to healing. So, how much money did you get, Grim? I know it was a healthy chunk- but was it enough? Or, was it you who got the raw diamonds along with G? You know…the diamonds and the one ruby? I’m thinking G probably scarfed the red ruby- it’s a girl thing! Her kin probably have that sitting in a ring they inherited right now. But all the diamonds?  They’re such a good investment, ya know. Damn near untraceable…easy to exchange for cash. Guess diamonds are a boys best friend too- eh, Grim? Did you give one to your wife? You know… a present for your sweetie-pie? She’s a nice lady I hear. Too bad she’s going to be so disappointed in you. And what about your grandbabies? Yikes…sucks when you make such stupid mistakes as a young man. How old were you then? Oh… maybe I shouldn’t say. Might make it easier for folks to figure out who you are and that wouldn’t be cool. I want to surprise them when the book comes out. How exciting!!

So, back to the money trail. We already know that most of it went to the so-called, “puppet-master.” You know? #432?

But who paid the big bucks to get them all wiped out within a 18 days? The high ranking officials who had their eyes on the bigber prize? A little hard to pay everyone off and still do the do, huh? Hmmm…, let’s think for a minute. One of the top dogs is still about.  Guess I need to tap that resource, don’t I?

But who else is left? Your dear old county king? Nope…he went to jail and died decades ago and his second ended up at the bottom of a bottle and then died as well. How about the leading lady of the night who betrayed Charley and set him up for slaughter? Nope… even though she slept with half the law, she eventually died too.

So who’s left?

How about the shooter? He hung in there for quite awhile before he allegedly played another game of _______________, or was it somebody else who played that game for him? Anyway, he eventually died too. Still, what about the man who saw you with Rox? Nope- dead too. Not before he talked of course, but… that would be telling tales out of school!

Now let me see.

So far we are down to just a few left alive who can still call you out. Wait! I forgot someone…what about your cohort in the runaway hooch on the rails? You know- the man who used to be kinda pudgy? Remember? The one who also skimmed from the profits and helped you keep the rails safe to run the moonshine up towards LaGrange way?  You know- the guy who had a real thing for G’s long legs?  Yea-that guy…he’s still alive! So, is he nervous? Guess he should be, huh? Anybody who knew you is probably scared half out of their wits right now! After all–who wants to wear DEPENDS in prison? LOLZ! I’d pay big money to watch that!!! Then of course there is the farmer in the dell. Well, old or not…we all know how nervous he must be!

Golly, ya know… I feel so much better knowing there are still so many left who know everything and can still rat you out. You know, maybe this stream of conscious writing thing isn’t so bad after all? I feel so much happier than when I started this blog. So, now that everybody knows who the key players left are- if they suddenly go missing? They will IMMEDIATELY be looking at you! Well, you and Mr. Einstein of course…after all, you know what they say?

“If you murdered once…you could do it again!”

But, Grim? I wouldn’t try. Someone…or lots of someones’ just might be watching!

Have a swell day!

So… what would it take?

September 25, 2012


So… what does it take?

What does it take for a human to learn a lesson?

It takes something of value and merit to be weighed against the immediacy of want and ego. It takes the real and impending loss of something weighed against the gain of something else.

It takes timing.

It takes vision and courage… or stupidity and myopic greed to give away something of value for something of shadowed worth.

What have you weighed of late?

Have you weighed the value of your family against the value of an individual?

The truth against a lie?
A life against a death?

I ask you Grim. What have you weighed lately?

The valor of a falsehood against the bitterroot of truth?

The days are becoming cooler. Roxanne is restless. Jessica is tired of the summer of her discontent…the MOT now waits in the wings to come forward with more information.  The anniversary of Charley’s death is ever so close…only 16 days.

We begin the countdown…

By the way?

What did you do with your bloody shirt that night? You know the one that had Charley’s blood all over your sleeve? Remember? You tried to wipe his face, just before you tried to pry his wedding ring from his hand. Funny how that sucker wouldn’t come off. Guess that’s why G needed to put the two pennies in the casket. You know- play the game. Pretend they were wedding rings. Hah!

But back to the shirt, Grim.

Did you burn it…keep it like the tear in your hat– as a souvenir?  Did you get a chance to go home and take a bath like the other one? You know, you really freaked him out. He never thought you and the man from Atlanta would have the __________ to go through with things. But hey- the shooter was a crazy mo-fo anyway. He was always up for a good game of Russian roulette and you had no choice. Charley knew about Jessica…knew about the porn…knew about you!

Birthday wishes…

September 22, 2012


Happy Belated Birthday Charley…

Yesterday I offerred up my day for you and kept you in my heart. Thank you for the present you sent me yesterday. I hope you like the one I’m sending today!

Someone just confirmed the book will be published by the end of this year or within the first three months of the next.

I love you Charley. I’m on my way!

No more buffer… no more protection.

September 19, 2012



In two days it will be Charley’s Birthday…

I would like to be able to give him a present and so I am going to ask you to help me.


Mr. Pocket Protector, you did not come forward yesterday but I have hope. Someone sent me a comment on that blog and suggested that perhaps Grim had gotten to you, to silence your tongue. I understand the possibility of such, but do not worry too much about Grim’s ability to threaten. Why? He has not read the book yet! He does not know what lies ahead for him. What truths will strip him bare and what lies might be present are only those that he has told for 46 years.


I know about the train…the moonshine and the payoffs for keeping the rails safe for profit. I know about the girls, the films and the man who got hit by the train. I know about the judge that betrayed you…the one that you betrayed. I even know about the affairs… the ones from the past and the one you are in now. I know about the few truths you hold, but even more importantly…I know about the lies you’ve told your wife and your family all these years.


Your greatest enemies aren’t those that are still living- it’s the one’s that are dead that can’t keep quiet. Do you really think that keeping silent will keep the book from coming out? Grim or no Grim- the tale will be told.


I would like to give Charley a present for his Birthday. Now before I finish what I have begun and the final seal goes on this edit…is there anything you would like to tell me? Anything that you would like to confess?


Grim’s man in Atlanta is dead. No more buffer… no more protection. You are all on your own!

Far better you tell me now…

September 18, 2012



Rain patters softly outside my window and reminds me that there will be days ahead when too much busy work will get in the way of my ability to just live in the moment. For now… for this brief expanse in time I will stop and remember what it is to feel rain on my face and not worry about hair and make-up. To walk casually out my back door and appreciate the effortless way the changing colors in the trees before me paints the horizon anew. I will take this 5 minutes of the early morning and stand; hot coffeee in hand and watch the geese fly above the lake.. dipping in between the shadows of the steam rising above it and know that for this instant in time…I am who and what I am meant to be.


Take 5 minutes today for yourself and reacquaint your soul with its purpose. My purpose is to do just what I have done these past 4 years—to champion the soul of a man I have never met. To help heal the wounds of a family I am not part of… to bring to justice once and for all those who have lived their life in lies.  So much has been written about 2012. Are you willing to hedge your bets on the Discovery Channel?

Heaven is how we choose to live this life…Hell is knowing that we made the wrong choice!

I received a clue the other day when I asked how do I find out more about Grim’s man in Atlanta. “Talk to the man who carries at least three pens in his pocket- he has information for you,” they said.

You know who you are Mr. Pocket Protector… and you know how to find me. My email has not changed in over 13 years.


Drop me a line. Far better you tell me now… than have to tell them later.

Until then…


September 13, 2012



The closer we get to Charley’s Birthday, the more I want to yell to the sky that I am working as fast and as exact as I possibly can to bring him the present he so richly deserves…JUSTICE.

Last night while driving home from work, I was deep in thought about my Polaroid friend and while checking a number in my Angel book, his photo fell from the pages. Always happy to see him, I acknowledged his sheepish grin and tucked him back in between the pages. A few miles later- another number check and his photo hopped from its second space into my lap. Convinced my Kodachrome’d friend preferred to ride the remainder of the drive with me outside the book- I put it aside and Charley and I drove in the night together.

Thoughts of Roxanne swirl about me these mornings, as we have the autumn chill about us. I worry they are losing their patience with me. That I have yet to deliver the big bang I have promised, but I have a plan. If not able to patiently wade through the process of traditional publishing…I may go the route of E-books. I have already purchased my ISBN number and am ready to go to print once editing is finished.

Do you understand what that would mean, Grim?

It would mean that anybody and everybody could Kindle your ass from now through an eternity and it could be within a matter of just a few weeks. Isn’t that great? You could finally be the star you have been telling folks you are. Weeks, Grim…not months or years…WEEKS. Can you handle the escalated time-frame? I ask, because all of Valdosta is now waiting with baited breath for this story to come to print.  Do you know how many people send me questions about where and when they can buy the book? Can you even imagine how easy it would be to sell your future at $6.00 a pop?  Think man, think! They’ll know about the lie of that night. They’ll know that G was your partner. They’ll know about out the porn, the girls being murdered, the MOT, the money, the diamonds and the massive cover-up that goes all the way to _______________________. Are you ready for all that?

This is just a reminder to you, your other man in Atlanta, Mr. Pocket Protector, Mr. Muddy Boots and the Farmer in the Dell that you all have very little time left in which to broker your own deals. Why? Because, ‘dead men tell no tales…they tell the truth!’


I think I just got my new book title!!!! Thanks, Grim! Ok… copyright, right here.

The title for Charley’s book will now be…




You may need to adjust your glasses, Grim. Not so you can see this title or the path of your destruction more clearly…but because your scar is showing!

A message is coming…

September 12, 2012


I saw the same feather again today… a message is coming.

Back in school, the editing of the book slows for a bit in between work hours and academics. But I project that by the end of the month, I will be in a brighter space and that it will be accomplished. Once that is done, Grim…the book itself will have legs that can and will outrun you. Your time grows short. Confess while you can. Tis better for you to tell the truth, than brave what will come to you after without it.

Yesterday I saw a feather…

September 11, 2012


Today is 9/11… the dead will speak for themselves this day. Listen to what they have to say.

Yesterday I saw a feather. Tomorrow we will talk!

What they whispered in my ear…

September 6, 2012



Yesterday was Julie’s Birthday. Those of you who have read the comment she left understand that she was six years old when her father Charley was murdered. Her Birthday party was taped that year and when the tape was found… she made me a copy and early in the spring she brought it to me. It was the first time I ever heard Charley’s voice.


Last night I had a dream and when I woke this morning, I had the title for the book. Now I have come up with various clever cover art scenarios and even more creative and titillating titles to match… but in the end it has become about achieving two things:

that there should be justice for all. Not just for Charley or Jessica and Roxanne…but justice for the MOT, for Hazel, for Julie and her family. For Charley’s mother and father and all the people that never believed he committed suicide. Justice for those who took Charley’s life and Julie’s childhood. Justice for those who stole the lives of those two girl. Justice for those who placed the MOT somewhere he never thought he’d be. Justice for those who have lived long and clandestine lives, outside the law and inside their guilt. Justice for those who plotted and those who planned. Those who lived far away and thought they were above the law because they were the law. Those who executed the deeds and those who hid and buried the truth along with the bodies they defiled.


Justice will and must be served.


So what title would you choose?


What they whispered in my ear in that space between sleeping and waking was…JUSTICE FOR ALL.


I hope you had a great Birthday Julie.


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