Obviously this package that was delivered to my front door this morning shot my property value sky-high. Contains solid gold selections.
Umm, the back yard...
“You’re throwing your life away.”
Yep, one industrial sized dumpster at a time.
This makes dumpster number seven! I’m cleaning house and clearing my mind. I inherited what amounts too a junkyard. And in today’s busted economy somebody’s junk is nobody’s treasure. My Dad developed a fever for hording after is first run in with death. He beat terminal cancer in round one. He would say every little nut and bolt had a purpose and then store 'em in tin cans according to size.
Now the soul crushing responsibility of erasing my late Father from his castle falls on me. Yeah guilt.
I’m bringing the property back to its former glory so it can be sold. Comes down too fucking money as usual. I can’t afford to buy out my sibling’s share and vice versa. I’m facing what I hope is the solution to my, “Me against the State legal troubles.” My big sis is facing a nickel behind bars if found guilty.
Shit. Did ya read my last post on Studio 1? If ya did crumple it up and toss it in the trash. I just peeled off the plastic wrap protecting the jewel case of JACKIE MITTOO'S NOW released by STUDIO 1. They've forsaken the back catalog ad. The insert now offers new insight into the massive historical importance that the keyboard wizard had on JAMAICA'S music. Umm...you knew that about JACKIE right?
I hate to make excuses as to why my love affair with my blog has been cooling off. Between a big mess to clean up and an even bigger legal mess, my mind is elsewhere these daze. Those troubles of mine-
For the past few years I’ve been performing a dance routine with the State Of Rhode Island Family Court. The dance we’ve been doing is called the Rhode Island Shakedown. It is a two-step two-faced snappy little number. They issue arrest warrants and I show up with positive proof of support. They seize my assets and freeze my bank accounts. I slap back with indisputable proof of support. They illegally pull my drivers license and I push back harder with conclusive evidence that all my child support has been paid in full.
What really set me off a few months back was when the State extorted my tax return money without representation. (Hey didn’t this country take up arms with Briton’s King over that shit?) The government stole the money for the daughter’s prom dress and shoes! So I two-step shuffled myself in front of a JUDGE yesterday to “plead” my case. I casually mentioned that I had received a bill for $37 thousand dollars from them. Five years ago it was an insane amount. Something like $140,000. My hair turned white! The powers that be of course denied it. Their records show that I only owed them a mere $7000. It is not polite to lie too my face. I waved my copy of the bill like a victory flag. The Judge asked to see it. His “Your Honor” said I was right and what does the State have to say about that? Probably just a typo.
Believe it or not the liaison for Family Court Child Support lost the paper in a matter of moments. In the walking space between the Judges bench and the Defendants table my copy of the bill was misplaced. When I asked about getting it back. The powers that be were dumbfounded and mumbled that they had handed it back. A big fat nope. My big mouth then took on a life of it’s own (No surprise there!) I accused the Family Court as being a circus run by clowns. Sad clowns. Inept individuals drunk with power.
It is a fine line between being right and being in contempt of court. The many happily divorced couples waiting at the rear of the room for their turn at “justice” laughed. Even the Judge chuckled at the liaison’s expense. I won round one.
It is a fine line between being right and being in contempt of court. The many happily divorced couples waiting at the rear of the room for their turn at “justice” laughed. Even the Judge chuckled at the liaison’s expense. I won round one.
Okay… let me rewind the story. Several years back the State lost me in the system. Gone was every Alimony check. Five years worth in fact. Gone was every Child support payment. Ten years worth in fact. So they made out a bill starting from the beginning and tacked on interest that would make some Sicilian Business men blush.
I brought them a suitcase filled with every pay stub, (automatic garnishment of my pay.) I brought them every returned personal check paid directly to my ex-wife. I even brought them my ex-wife as my corroborating witness!
Every time they say sorry for the inconvenience and every payment is now updated into the system. You, Mr. Nico’s Big Mouth are all set. A few years quietly pass then BOOM outta nowhere the State drops the same bomb on me. “You owe us blood from a stone.”
When you’re a male of the species and you walk into Family Court, you are automatically profiled as a dead-beat dad. And the powers the be treat you like a mangy dog. They take advantage of their power over you. They fuck with ya!
I’ve done the right thing from the beginning but the State is out ta persecute me. I’ve never defaulted on my Child Support obligations. Whether I’m working or unemployed my daughter’s needs always come first. So the State in all their infinite wisdom sees fit too punish the good one. Punish the responsible one. Make an example out of me.
I don’t make money with my big mouth but I can definitely save a few bucks using my big mouth. I always represent myself in a court of LAW. I simply inform the Judge that with the three grand I’m saving... I would rather it put towards my daughter’s future than give it to a Lawyer for his monthly Mercedes payment.
Oh, and doing business in the State of Rhode Island…it pays to be paranoid.
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