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canceramorem · 2 years

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The St Lawrence County Correctional Facility- Tucked away in the riverside college-town of Canton, New York , on 17 Commerce lane is The St. Lawrence County Correctional Facility. It serves as the main Jail for the largest County in New York state- St Lawrence. St Lawrence is big, but it's also sparcely populated. It's mostly farm land, miles and miles of flat farm land. I'm not really sure what they grow, I thinks it's mostly corn. There was a lot of dairy farms as well. I had gotten myself into a world of trouble. I made a bad decision, and it not only cost me my freedom, but also any chance I had with the love of my life, Marie Clara Camp.

My first appearance was in the basement of Judge Williams' home. I remember him being very kind. I remember the gung- ho Sheriff's deputy reading off my charges. The main one was was felony assault and criminal possession of a weapon (misdemeanor). He was telling the judge my whole criminal history, and was throwing in stuff that I had gotten arrested for, but not charged. It's very fucked up, because they didn't know the truth, they only were going by what a mentally -ill , crazy, injured woman was telling them. Her, along with her best friend, "Valerie Jane Green", a so-called health foodie / nutritionist. Like Marie, very self -centered ,has to look good in the public eye. And the other person pushing to have me locked away for years and I can't forget , the facilitator of all the WELLNESS checks and cop-caller extrordanaire, Do-what -you -do- Duane Kenneth Clookey. Mr Jealous himself, father -of -her two boys, Duane Kenneth Clookey.(He did adopt Her daughter) . That's all I'm saying . Valerie and Duane don't know me, and Marie never mentioned me- in any positive light. Unbenownst to me, Marie had been telling them that I was some crazy stalker that had tracked her down , and followed her from North Carolina all the way up the east coast to New York. So the cops and the judge had their little 'investigation' papers. Of course I couldn't see what they had, because then I could defend my self. It's really quite easy, defending yourself that is. Right out of the gate, I hated these cops. The judge was nice and could see that I really felt bad about what had happened. Either way, it was March , the first week in March and little did I know, the next few? months would not only prove to be fun, but it also was a very spiritual journey as well. Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, I just got booked into a brand -new, state of the art, $53 million dollar jail.

After a few days, they classified me and I was in General population. there was like four pods altogether, and the whole jail could house around 430 inmates. But since the population is so sparce in this relatively crime-free region of New York state, and the population of the county so small, it meant that it was very hard- if not impossible, to fill the jail. The first few weeks were rather slow. There was not even one African /American in the whole jail-( c.o. or inmate). I remember meeting the first few people. They were like - "You're the machete guy". Apparently, the had saw me on the local evening news. I made the big time- Thanks Marie!

Right from the very beginning, I thought the food was very delicious, breakfast was way better than you would think, usually consisting of scrambled eggs and a bagel (yes bagel) and a side of sausage. Lunches we're usually soup and a sandwich ( was this from the kitchens of Panera Bread?). And dinners we're always fulfilling. For the first time in all of my criminal history and being in jails, I NEVER went to bed hungry in the SLCCF.

They would open the cell doors at like 7 a.m. and leave them unlocked until like 3 pm.and then there was shift change and count, and then they lock them again for the night , at a 10 p.m. I know, that's pretty early. There was a carpetted area ( indoor/ outdoor carpet), two flat screen Tvs, cable, and tablets. which also served as the way to order commmiasry, read the law library, or even listen to music (@10cents a minute) , there was phones, but no one really used them , it was the tablets that were in high demand. there was six tablets for 35 inmates. I had no one, everyone else was actually from there. So I stood out like a sore thumb. I'll never forget, one of the female Jailers name, Meredith Spinelli. she had been there for almost Twenty years. She was the same age as me- how did I know? Because she told me . For the first few months, I didn't hardly come out of my cell. I was catching up on at least three years of sleep, and being homeless with Marie had definitely taken it's toll on me. I slept so much and was such a model inmate, Officer Spinelli at one point told me that she wished every inmate were like me. We had to switch pods one time , and she jokingly said to everyone else, "Plaster can stay" , " the rest of you guys go" , to which I replied, " there might be a few unexpected pregnancies" , we had to switch pods with the females and get this, they had like 25 of us guys pack up, and move to a multipurpose room with all glass windows. Then all the females about twenty of them, were to walk past us and go to our pod(there was only one main corridor), we were doing a- "switch pods with the female inmates". I called it a 'jailhouse parade', which it was, I mean, here we were, all guy inmates, waiting for the girls to walk by. It was fucking classic. We were checking all of them out and they were walking by like they were jail models. Some of them were actually really hot. I had seen a few of the females in passing and That's why I said there would be some pregnancies! It was just a joke , and officer Spinelli was like- "gross, you don't want any of them" , almost hinting like, "you'd rather have this", I don't know what it was , but she was cool, especially with me. Unfortunately , she went on vacation with her husband to Florida, and broke her back in a jet skiing accident- ouch! I really liked her, she gave me hope. actually , I wanted to make a get well card for her but didn't. She was cool and had massive boobs. All of the C.O.s liked me because I was just that good of an inmate (Spinelli , I think she had a little bit of a crush on me). I was averaging about 21 hours a day of sleep. And they like that because it makes their job super easy.

I also started going to the chapel service when they called it. That's where I met "Brother Al" , what a good Christian brother. He had been going to this particular jail and the old one this one replaced for at least 30 years to preach and sing gospel music. He was in his 80's , and had nothing but knowledge and good stuff for me and any inmate that would go to chapel and listen to the beautiful word of God. Most of the time it was me and my buddy Robbie Purser, until Robbie got released on probation , which he eventually violated and came back! When Robbie left , it was mostly me. Actually there was like three different churches that would come in the jail. I went to all of them. I met Larry Vinough from the Presbyterian church in Canton , Bruce and Al from the Church in Massena, and Father Peter from the Church in Norfolk , Father Peter and I became really good friends. One day, he even told me about how Marie was bad mouthing me, I mean who fucking does that? Gonna bad mouth me to a fucking priest? Of course she denied it after I got released and asked her about it . But why would Father Peter lie about that? I was actually having fun in jail. I was eating good. You see, my whole life I've been conditioned to being in horrible jails ( Manatee county Florida), fish eye soup was on the menu every Friday. , No t.v. , no programs to better ones self, and fights every day between African -Americans and Hispanics, guards were dicks .

Brevard county Florida was the same but worse, - trying to get me to go on the road crew to pick up trash in the sweltering hot Florida sun- fuck that -I refused. Food was horrible,again, no programs -so people can better themselves, and the guards were real dicks in Florida.

The North Carolina jails were a little bit better, depending on where you go. Fayetteville will serve you chicken on the bone every Sunday , all the guards are Black women and tolerable. T.v. was 13 inch ,no programs either and plenty of crackheads fighting in the pod. , Asheville jail, huh, its fucking mental torture. And small ass portions of food, the guards are dicks and again, no programs to better oneself . In all of the jails prior to SLCCF , I went to bed hungry every night. Those are just a few I can remember. Again, I am not promoting criminal activity. It's not cool. I am just giving a little incite as to what the county jail system is like. And don't get me wrong , you still are in jail in St. Lawrence county, it's just a little less stressful when your not in an explosive environment with fighting and such. There was one fight the whole time I was in the St Lawrence County Correctional Facility SLCCF. There was no real problems, that's what they have "the bubble" for.

"The bubble"is a separate, smaller jail within a jail. It's more like a torture glass chamber for people that aren't claustrophobic.

It's used to hold sex offenders, Rape-o's, and people that get in trouble for little stuff, minor infractions . I thought it would be cool to mail some tomato seeds off of the delicious beef stake tomtoes we had on our sandwiches. I did mail a few seeds to my church back home in North Carolina. But I had a few in my cell. Well, I had a cell search and they found the tiny seeds . I explained to them my intent, but they still gave me a week in the bubble with the rape -o's. It sucked. I was in the bubble with this ex-cop that tried to extort a blowjob from one of the local whores. This dumbass actually waited until she came back all wired for sound and got him busted . Yeah , they called him the "blowjob cop".

It should be noted that the victim , my love, Marie , ran into some legal problems of her own while I was safely behind the cynder block walls of the SLCCF . Yeah, my Marie 🐻 Bear got caught with a quarter ounce of Methamphetamines. I can honestly say, That would not have happened if I was with her. I would never let such a thing happen to my baby, I would have said they were mine. I have gone to jail for her in the past, and she knows this.

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canceramorem · 2 years

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This is from March 17, 2020. Marie Camp got arrested with 7.57 grams of Methamphetamines. I was in jail at the time, so I couldn't have give it to her. Now, how in the hell can Valerie and Duane lie about me , and try their hardest to have me go to prison for several years , and also accuse me of rape , and say that I am a " meth head" , when their beloved, "Little Miss Perfect" - Marie C. Camp gets arrested for possessing a quarter of an ounce of Methamphetamines?

@marieclaracamp

It's apparent that she committed both crimes, because she has the same exact identical charges in two different states. To hear her version of it, she is "innocent".

#marieclaracamp #Valeriejanegreen #duanekennethclookey

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canceramorem · 2 years

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THIS IS THE HORRIBLE AND COMPLETELY FALSE STORY THAT DUANE KENNETH CLOOKEY AND VALERIE JANE GREEN WROTE ABOUT ME ! IT CAN ALL BE PROVEN WRONG! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF SOMEONE WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THIS ABOUT YOU? ITS ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE THAT THEY WOULD DO THIS! DUANE CLOOKEY IS THE ONE THAT MOLESTED HIS ADOPTED DAUGHTER!

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canceramorem · 2 years

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COVID -19. what a fucking shit show that was and still is. It figures I would have to be incarcerated when something like that would happen. Not an epidemic a fucking PANDEMIC! any way you look at it , the COVID really sucked. . They even gave us masks that were jail stripes. At this point , I had been in jail for some time. The lawyer they gave me at first was Andrew Moses, ( currently, he's a judge- figures! ) So he was decent, but he didn't handle felony cases. So they appointed me this other fucking ass -clown named Keith Massey Jr. This guy used to work for the prosecutor, so I was fucked. It was at that point. That I lost my mind. They were trying to give me years, yes six years and all the bullshit that goes along with it. Probation, parole, post release, what the fuck ever. I knew if I had just been honest to begin with then they probably would have just let me go. It was an accident, I just wanted her to go to the hospital and get the fucking tampon out. I had no idea where she was or who she was sleeping with. Of course it's too hard for her to spend fifty cents and drop me a line. And besides that, I wanted to at least see her before I went to prison or killed myself one. I had planned out my suicide and I fell into a deep state of depression. (I found out later that she had gotten her disability benefits and got a huge amount of money, an apartment, and some new friends (GUY FRIENDS! and that she was out partying- going to bars, doing cocaine and even got caught with a bunch of Methamphetamines) I knew she was a slut, but I still loved her. ( Maybe I'm the crazy one!) YEAH, she literally had thousands of dollars and couldn't spend a measley 50 cents on the guy that saved her life and travelled thousands of miles to be with her. She used the excuse of "they told me if I contacted you then my kids would get taken. - NEWSFLASH - your kids already are with this douchebag that won't let you see them because you did him dirty too! It's whatever, she's a piece of shit anyway. She could have easily wrote an anonymous name on the letter.

The year before at the same time was when her and I did our little "outlaw"deal, and fled misdemeanor charges by going to Fayetteville from Asheville. She did like she always does and had the fucking cops come to our place we had just got( she didn't call she just caused a scene and the guy renting is the room called. ) So they came and left , but came back two hours later and arrested her. I stayed in the room and did not even let them get a glimpse of me ( remember, I had a warrant too!). So the next day, I rounded up about 12$ and took the trip to the jail which was about a half an hour away by bus. Before I went to the jail, I went by the post office and got a stamp and mailed her a letter telling her how much I love her. I then went to the kiosk and put my last and only ten dollars in the inmate kiosk, so she would at least be able to get something to eat and maybe write to me. ( She claims she wrote me and put money on my books , yeah right- fucking liar!) Remember, I have a warrant for my arrest in Asheville (3 hours away). I went to the jail and did a television visit with her. She was begging me to bond her out, her bond was like one hundred dollars.

It scarred me so bad from the fact that she just abandoned me that even to this day, I have heart problems t's my own fucking fault for falling in love with such a grimy, slimy, bitch like her. But yeah, I didn't get not one visit, letter, or phone call. Add that on top of being so heartbroken

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canceramorem · 2 years

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The Machete Incident -So this is how it went down, the truth will set you free. She was in that crazy other person Marie, the mean , almost seemed like a murderer or something bad Marie state. Even when the sweet, loving Marie referred to her in third person , she just called the other personality, "Her" or "She" it was weird. it was like she was ashamed of the other personality, even though it was her , Or she, damn it gets very confusing when she's in that state. It's a state of everything all at once. I was hoping for just a quiet decompression time from the bus ride and time with her and just fun. Yeah usually she was aways T.T.G. and I had some killer shit too. But it wasn't even that. I had even brought her some really cool gifts and stuff from the heart, that I had made. One was a toothbrush holder with seashells and also I had made a cool Jewery kit from 'our ' jewelry making business aptly named "Street Love and Sea Glass".

Streetloveandseaglass was the name both her and I came up with together. We were on the hill by target one time early on in our relationship, and came up with the idea of starting a jewelry making business together. She had always told me about how she knows how to wrap crystals and stuff related to Jewelry, and different ways to make money. What she failed to realize (and I'm not some bad ass show off or show out type of dude!) is that Jey Pizzle has sold a lot of things in his life, everything from pussy to pistols to Prada handbags, EVERYTHING. So he was more than happy and actually had made it one of his goals in life, to have a business partner and wife/best friend/partner-in-crime such as Marie Clara Camp. He even had the email [email protected] made and still uses it to this day. Street Love and Sea Glass is still a business actually, all you have to do is google it , the number is there and I usually respond within 15 minutes.

The little pink jewelry kit making box had made it all the way from south Texas filled with love, and pliers and a whole bunch of jewelry making stuff. The other Marie( sweet and loving Marie) would have been happy and at least been somewhat interested. - Not this mean MARIE, NO, she didn't even look at the pink little jewelry kit box . She was acting like it was not even there.

So we had sex. and somewhere along the way , after me being there for at least week, during one of our sextimes it felt like I was pushing something in her with each stroke, It was a godamn tampon!!! She was acting like this zombie , the bad Marie. The good Marie was asleep she said when I asked her, because up until this point , we had been getting high and she would go lay down or sleep. So , somewhere during this time, is when the door had someone knocking on it. I wasn't expecting anyone. She was just acting like she was hiding something or she had killed a man or she got caught. A guy she knows named Trevor, came aknocking .It made me wonder- is she fucking this dude too? Well, she told him something and he left. That night , Duane ( the father of her two sons) came and it was odd. I was in the back room half asleep , and she was like whispering in the other room.There was a wellness check done by the police, that sucked fucking dick! I mean here I am, tired and wanting to be left alone, just Marie and I. We had been through so much bullshit. All the bullshit in Asheville , all the bullshit in Syracuse, and everything in - between. It was like I wasn't welcome there. Some by her , but mostly by " them", the police and Duane and Trevor, and her friends. I would have never came up there , had I known it was gonna be like that. She never told them anything good about me, or about any of our experiences. They must have thought I was the reason she had been gone from all of their pathetic lives for so long. ( I would have left too, they all suck). So they wanted me gone , or did they? Because she acted like she wanted me there, or was it the other, " her" ? Who the fuck knows, all I know is that she betrayed me. It really hurt. She was telling them one thing, and telling me something totally the opposite of what she was telling them. But I loved this woman so much, I stuck it out.

So one of the times the police came to do a wellness check, they discovered that Marie Camp had a warrant for a worthless check, from many years before. They told her to just Come into the village court which is equal to a municipal court. It was for some petit ass check from years prior. No big deal, we had been through things much worse. I know I have , and I'm pretty sure Marie had too. Think about the whole journey up until this point. Here I was pouring my heart out to this woman and she just ripped an already fragile heart , right back out of where she placed it many times before, broken and trying to heal. (She has the ability to heal it, But her specialty seems to be breaking it.)

One day , adult services was called. So I made the best of it, even asking him to take us to get some groceries which he kindly obliged , and brought us to the store and back. We even discussed with him the chance of her getting her kids , nothing bad or trying to knock Duane out of anything ( she had issues in the past with Duane and the "Golden Boys " they had in common). Mr. Michaels, the adult protective services guy, was cool. He checked everything out, we had nothing to hide. The kit was safely stowed. And if she said the kids were coming, there would be no more "kit". I remember shaking his hand as he left.

Marie still had this issue of the retained tampon, and it was actually making her sick, (and me too from the smell). I wanted her to go to the hospital so bad. All she was doing was sleeping, causing the tampon to fester even more with germs, which will give a woman " toxic shock", and possibly kill her.

To make matters worse, I had gotten a small sore on the tip of my penis from when I had discovered the tampon. It had gotten infected from being rubbed against the germ- infested tampon. Well, it hurt to say the least, and I was just disappointed with the whole situation. But again, I love this woman so much, I wasn't gonna let anything , Duane, the police, her eight personalities, the tampon, or the freezing cold weather stop us from at least trying to have a normal, happy , loving life together. We had been up for a few days, and she was sleeping for at least two days. I insisted she go to the hospital, she wouldn't because she was scared about the worthless check warrant. I was angry, hurt, confused, and betrayed. She was going to the hospital, one way or the other for that stinking tampon. I had my trusty machete which had been by my side more than she has since we've been together. I had just finished sharpening it, so it was razor sharp. It has a protective sheath that goes over it, and also I had taped extra padding over it. She had said something and we were arguing,it was then ,without even thinking, it was more of a "YOURE GONNA GO TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!" yelling, and a not intended to cut , just force her to get up , swing of the machete sideways . The blade broke through the padded sheath and cut her right on the knee. FUCK! I immediately apologized to her and told her, I did not mean to cut her. which is the absolute truth, because , I NEVER INTENDED TO CUT HER WITH THE MACHETE, I REALLY DID NOT!

Well, the next thing you know , we had to call the ambulance. and I told her, " I'll just tell them the truth" , which would have been better , and I would have gotten less jail time. Because I really did not intend for her to get cut from the machete. Instead of telling the truth ,she convinced me to go along with her story, that she slipped on the porch ( it was icy, slippery, and had an aluminum window frame that was sharp.) and cut herself on the window frame. I call 911 and an ambulance comes. So we go to the hospital,they sew up her knee. and take out the stinking tampon. Everything was cool, we had gotten the knee and tampon taken care of. Maybe now we can go and relax, and finally not be bothered. It was then she started acting very crazy.

The people from the hospital were taking note of this and quickly came to investigate, which resulted in Marie getting forced in a wheel chair and hauled off to the psych ward. while I stood there beside myself. I felt like " Job" in the bible. I had cursed God for all this bad shit that was happening to me. I remember the last memory of me seeing the woman I love more than life itself, helpless and being pushed off by some hospital people that don't know her, me, or our struggle. It's etched in my mind and heart, the last time I saw her, it will stick with me for the remainder of my life, or until I see her smiling beautiful face again in person. It was like slow motion, words didn't need to be spoken, we communicated , really- telepathically, each of us crying to the other "NOOooo!!!!....." and then there was a silence like the gates of heaven had just closed, and I was stuck outside of them, waiting for the devil to come handcuff me and take me to hell in a police car.

I had to act quickly, it was getting cold and I was a stranger in a strange land. The hospital didn't want to help. It felt like I was in Freddy Kruger's ( A Nightmare On Elm Street) hospital , and he had just taken Marie to his fiery furnace , and I was next. The separation anxiety, couple with the fact that I never really got any good time alone without ANY interruption from other people, was causing me to have panic attacks. When I tried to get a ride back to the trailer, the hospital refused. It was snowing heavily outside at this point. So I quickly decided on a way to get admitted, even volunteering to go in the psych ward to be with her. They told me " NO!" , I was devastated, I would have given my life right there ,just for one last hug from my beloved Marie Bear. So I walked out in the parking lot and slipped on the ice, actually causing myself to bleed, nothing like the wound I had caused on the love of my life just hours before this, but enough to where they had to treat me. Everyone sues everyone nowadays, and New York laws are different than any other place on earth. (making it a place where it's a way of life to sue other people, even if they defame your image, or slander). Slip and Falls are the easy way to sue, especially in a hospital. I told them they needed to salt the parking lot and made a slight reference to suing them. Almost immediately, the head maintenance guy was making his presence known and apologizing for it being so slippery. Within five minutes I was negotiating a ride with the triage nurse. They did a complete 180 and even brought me a turkey sandwich and a sprite in a can to drink. The taxi came, and on the way back to her trailer, he was telling me about the the maple syrup production that this area of Northern New York is so famous for. So much sweetness all around me but all I could taste at this point was salt, the salt of my own tears, it was such a bitter taste. Even in the bible it says once salt loses it flavor, "it's no good". I felt so bad, and so alone, Without the woman I loved so dearly, and after all that happened, I felt like I was salt that was so old and used up, it wouldn't even melt the ice I supposedly slipped on. I made it back to the trailer, and three days later the St Lawrence County Sheriff's Deputies came to her trailer- ten deep. you would have thought they had came to arrest John Gotti the way they were acting. I had made the preparations not knowing if I would ever see her again, I wrote a note for her and left it , not knowing if I would ever see her again. The note said, "I love you Marie". I feared that I would never see her again. it was the worst feeling of my life. The note was still there when they toted me off to jail. If she ever got to see it, I don't know, but I wanted her to know that I love her.

When they came, I opened the door just because it was freezing cold and I didn't want them to freeze. prior to them coming, I had everything illegal put safely up. I knew they were coming, I just didn't know when. I had a ride coming the next day to get out of town. The cops came 12 hours before I was to have made my escape from New York. They asked if I "owned a machete?", my answer was this(-because everything you say can and will be used against you-) , I said "IF I HAD ONE, IT WOULD BE IN THE DRAWER IN THE BACK DRESSER". Note the fact that I said "if" , and also "in the dresser" . Without question , they all rushed to the back room of the trailer, as if I was not an American Citizen and we were in Hitler's Germany. With their Gestapo like tactics, they produced the Machete. I never told them they could go back there, and also the machete was thrown way under the dresser, not in plain view. So they couldn't use the "plain view doctrine" that all cops use to go snooping with. The look on their faces was that of sheer joy, like they had found the gun that killed JFK. I thought to myself- " Godamn Marie, you and the godamn tampons, now my life is over" They booked me into the St Lawrence County Jail. At first it seemed like any of the other Forty -something different county jails I had been booked into. It was so cold in the jail that night. Cold physically , and emotionally. They gave me a pair or sweatpants(orange) , a sweat shirt( orange) and the usual blue shirt and pants jail issue blue. Then they brought me to the intake pod. I will never forget how brilliant the moon looked that night, using the jail pen they gave me with the other jail "welcome kit " stuff (toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste), I drew a picture of the moon and stars, and I wrote this - " Even the stars ignored the moon to make it so dark" , it was a metaphor, I was in one of the darkest places emotionally I have ever been in my life. I thought I was actually in hell. What was going to happen to me? and fuck me- will I ever see this woman I love so much? My heart cried out to the moon, praying, wishing that she (Marie) was looking at the same moon from her window at the Claxton Hepburn Mental Hospital ,so she could be that much closer to me. Even though she was only ten miles away, it felt like it was a million miles. It gave me scars emotionally , which I still have today, and probably always will.

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canceramorem · 2 years

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ADIOS CORPITOS , ABBRAZAME POTSDAM NUEVA YORK

The seperation anxiety was getting the best of me. We'd been communicating pretty much most of the day,everyday. She was in a hotel room that DSS paid for while she was waiting to get into her new place, so she had plenty of time to stay online and message Jeypizzle. Pizzle on the other hand was working, his job performance was slipping downward, slowly, Jimbo and J.D. forgot exactly who put this whole crew together and making money- treating Jeypizzle like shit, and all he could think about was the love of his life and how he could be with her until the end of time, happy and getting her kids on the weekends or whatever was cool. No stress, no problems. He wanted her in every way known to man, and then some. He had to get where she was , and be with her. And when I say "be with her", I mean, he wanted to be with her for the rest of their lives, as in -a soul mate ,a partner in crime , a best friend, lover, and faithful husband. NOT a pen pal- NOT an online friend- Not someone to call for legal advice like, " who's a good lawyer to get" - and definitely NOT a "help you from a distance type of friend." Jey Pizzle wanted an all or nothing, 💯 % , ride or die , not half ass , type of chick.

Jeypizzle had spent 43 years unknowingly in search of his soulmate and partner in life. YUP, you guessed correctly, God had brought her to him on October 9, 2017 . Ever since that fateful day ,his life had never been the same, and it won't be until the day he dies. But folks, you see, the devil is real. He's as real as stage 4 cancer and almost as deadly. You see, the devil did everything in his power to make JeyPizzle die a lonely heartbroken soul. Why? Well, it's really quite simple, because Jeypizzle had a heart of gold. Pure and perfect in every sense of the word, Jey Pizzle had the capability of loving and continuing to love unconditionally for an entire lifetime. Even what most people would consider unforgivable and worthy of hate, Jey Pizzle would love more , even when the unforgivable had been done to him. Pizzle loved the person that hurt him even more. Send Pizzle to jail for two years -MOST PEOPLE=I hate her for doing that. /JEY PIZZLE= I love her even more, I need to find her and apologize. She was cheating on you multiple times with different people. Most people would say -" fuck that bitch" , Pizzle would forgive and say,-" I want to marry her"

This uncanny ability to love for a lifetime would prove to be poor ole Jey Pizzle's downfall. In a world full of venomous snakes, Jey Pizzle was a baby mouse. First the snakes would be nice enough to invite the mouse into there snake house (mobile home) and let him think he was safe and ok, and then the snakes friend and baby daddy, would slither into the picture and kill the baby mouse ( Pizzle). It's a good comparison, because there are people in the world that have the capability of doing things like that. And as you shall see, life can change with the blink of an eye. Other people's lies are just as deadly on someone they love as they are on someone they hate.

So after two months and enough loneliness to make being stuck alone on the moon feel like Disney world, Jey Pizzle did exactly as Maryjane said in Syracuse. Yes sir ,fucking Jey Pizzle went back a third time to New York and the cold and very inhospitable "North Country". He was gonna leave his beloved Corpus Christi, his paradise on earth with warm sunny weather and the Spanish language, and the best "Go" known to man. He was leaving all of this to spend two days on a horrible bus, spend everything down to his last twenty dollars on lingerie(which he never got to enjoy seeing), - to go to a ridiculously freezing place, and look forward to sex with a mentally ill woman that had retained a tampon for at least a few days and didn't know it was still in her. He would quit his job on the island and the perfectly warm weather , to go to a place as cold as Alaska with no jobs. Pizzle was basically leaving his happiest place to go to a place we where happiness goes to die. The reason, well you know the answer already, to be with the woman he loved so dear. The woman who meant everything to him, the love of his life, Marie Clara Camp.

So with about a half ounce of shit, a little bit of money, and the hope of a good future; he bought a bus ticket to Potsdam , New York. Leaving behind what he had grown so comfortable and happy with, he made his last goodbyes, and went in the bathroom at the bus station, chopped up a big line , and started a long 2,000 mile trip. Goodbye Corpus, you are the best place I have ever lived in my life. "Body of Christ" - yeah, I lived in the body of Christ, that's why I already know I'm going to heaven, because I left the body of Christ to live in Hades.. The devil's reach is far and wide, and he got me , yeah, the devil is real. Dont ever let anyone tell you otherwise.

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So this next part is ' por los pinches ratitos, chizmosos , culeros. NO CHIZME./This story is for entertainment purposes only. People like the dickhead- do what you do - Duane -douche., ¡VAYASÉ CABRONÉS! Its people like d.c. that fuck up not only their kids minds, by lying and Covering up their own shit, but they make this world a horrible place. You just keep your little slice of hell, your stupid snowmobiles(jet skis are way better),Take your hockey stick- you can go sodomize yourself with it. And go make a homosexual snowman and corn hole it. You and your "NORTH COUNTRY" , that place sucks so bad, that the fucking jail is fun. The NORTH COUNTRY is the place where happiness goes to die I hope you freeze and your fucking fingers falls off from frostbite. Because mine almost did a few times and so did Marie's , when we started out our 'friendship', cold and struggling - with no help from our ' 'Mommies' . Your mother reminds me of that evil bitch from that movie "MOMMY DEAREST" , You all are so pathetic and just horrible people , Fucking make up stories , fucking yall got your little fucking pathetic ,fake ass lives, getting money by stepping on good people and defrauding the IRS tax system and so forth. I am so glad my daughter has never been around such horrible scumbags as you all. And yes you all are scumbags . I was gonna actually try to live in that shit hole -cold lame ass place. Fuck you, I really think you people talked the cancer I have up. I know you are happy and saying I deserve to have cancer , What the fuck ever. At least i know where I'm going when i die. You and your little fibbing friend and wanna-be health foodie @valeriejanegreen . (Your food looks like ingles leftovers VAL) " . I never threatened to hurt anyone. . fucking liars. @duanekennethclookey

#pizzlelovedope #jasonleeplaster #marieclaracamp #duanekennethclookey #valeriejanegreen

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After a little bit of bullshit, I had to set Scarlett straight. Because there really were people out to get her, get her away from me. And also to keep her hostage to Asheville. I believe it to be the mountains and just the place itself. These mountains are so unforgiving, and the secrets that they must hold. And after all, we were a bad ass couple that were a result of Asheville. The place really is like no other place on earth. In so many ways. Some say its " weird" , well that's an understatement. Asheville will fuck you up and have you coming back for more , as if you liked pain. The pain that is Asheville. Because , when it wants, the place can be down right evil. I mean , look at me. I've left and come back here so many times its like almost a dozen times. And now I am not far away from becoming a permanent part of these hills. Its like Asheville gave me a terminal disease, so I would never leave her again. Yeah, Asheville is definitely a bitch and not a dude.

So , the last time Marie and I would actually be together in Asheville was July 2018, right before her birthday. ( God that just made me fucking cry! OUCH! ) , IT WAS July 7, and we had a filter gathering , you probably don't remember. You were in a different personality, it was actually a 9th personality I didn't even know existed within you. Remember, I said from the beginning, you have 8 personalities, and I knew all eight of them. Ok

HE SAID TO TELL HER THAT SHE HAS EIGHT PERSONALITIES OR ALTER EGOS OR I DONT KNOW WHAT ITS CALLED. BUT YEAH I WASNT KIDDING.I HAVE MET ALL EIGHT. .

#@valeriejanegreen #@marieclaracamp #jasonleeplaster #marieclairecamp #jeypizzle #pizzlelovedope #ashevillelovedope #brokenheartedscripture

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Syracuse NY, not exactly where Jeypizzle would have ever imagined he would be at this point in his life (2018). Many years ago I swore to myself and to God that I would not travel, live or even visit any state north of Virginia. Including VIRGINIA. It should be called an " uncommon wealth" state, it's uncommonly unfair, and people like @valeriejanegreen are happy in such a miserable , fake, not quite Florida, and will never be California- state, such as Virginia. I used to have a sticker in the hotel room I resided in for two years, and it was one of those " Virginia is for lovers" stickers with a heart on it. But instead of "Lovers" , I had scratched it to say " Losers" . Yeah Valerie, you and your homeboy Duane Kookey, love Virginia and New York , "Virginia is for losers". And so is New York, mainly St Lawrence County .losers and people that are sex offenders. That's the home county of Marie But as far as I'm concerned, I would have just forgotten Virginia and points north altogether. I go south and west - FUCK GOING NORTH, FUCK NEW YORK MASSACHUSETTS RHODE ISLAND, ( I lived and grew up in Newport, Rhode Island. Do you know how bad ass Newport RI is ?) I lived by the way of points south, and to continue southbound. Well thanks Marie. Uh- hum "$carlett" .

Here is a little insight into this woman named Marie Clara Camp, a woman that I was, and still am, in fact, deeply in love with. Marie was born in 1975, July 9 to be exact. She is a cancer in the zodiac signs , and I am a Capricorn. I'm not big on horoscopes, and only recently did I discover this, that we are unlikely, but highly compatible soul mates. Marie has a disorder, well, a few actually....

Marie has 8 personalities, and all 8 of them are compulsive liars. It's not something that she (them- all 8 personalities) can control. She lies in order to preserve her Self-righteous image. Although she has a master's degree, she works in a fast food restaurant. She is such a lovable woman, but she hasn't been married ever, she goes to church , but will lie about going.

She can't stand to admit when she is wrong. ( Which is more often than not). Even when she gets caught in the act of doing something wrong , she claims plausible deniability , especially when it comes to cheating on me or flirting. Trying to twist it back on the person that caught her red- handed (me) .She will use the "poor Marie" defense,asking complete strangers for help, as if I did something to her . I have even seen her flirt with whatever man comes to her aid - because she usually makes a scene , yelling and screaming when confronted with any accusations that you bring against her. She will all but forget who I am and team up against me, with a complete stranger. saying " Jason this" or " he" did this or that ( referring to me, Jey pizzle). This always involves her denying it, and then either physically attacking me or yelling as to cause unneeded attention.

Just trying to get an honest 100% truthful answer from her is a lesson in futility, trying to get a straight forward answer from her is literally like forcing a cat into water. It's will leave you scratched ( emotionally) , and with a crushed ego. ( She will try and make you feel stupid, like you should have known that's just how she is, and shes not gonna change it ever.) She would mumble things under her breath and think that she was being honest with me. Well, she was telling me the truth, but I couldn't hear nor understand, what she was saying. It would end up with me getting so mad and upset because she said that she told me. Well, I didn't hear , so can you repeat it? And she wouldn't. Which led to me just going in circles with her and her personalities. It really is impossible for her to just tell the truth. This proved to be so exhausting, so draining that it actually caused me psychosis. So , here we were, two people in love. In love , and in this state of psychosis, but madly in love with each other. It turned out to be mind boggling , the way she would do this mumbling, and talking under her breath (Phychobabble). She thought it was normal. It was not normal. But I looked past the madness. I looked past it, and pushed forward with a love vengeance . Hoping that someway , somehow, she would just be honest with me. Because, as the zodiac suggests, and how I felt, I loved this woman . And I wanted to and still want to, is spend my life with her. I even offered to go to the psych-ward with her. Just so she wouldn't be alone in there. I meant it, I really would! But I was just a pawn in her game of power, you see to her, image is everything. She's like that Magazine 'Marie Claire' Do you think they show the real stories behind the plastic 'fake' girls that are in that magazine? Fuck No! And The Marie I fell in love with reminds me of the fake -ass ' perfect ' girls in that magazine, she paints a picture of perfection , but is far from perfect. I was and still am good with that, but at some point, we all need to be accountable for our actions, and My Marie Bear is no different. Maybe it's because she needs men to crash and burn for her. It builds up her sense of being a goddess. She has even told me she is a " Goddess" . More like a "Succubus". A Succubus that has sex with men and then steals their souls. Like she did to me. She sucked all of the good out of my soul and left me a brokenhearted, love- crippled -crash test dummy. Hopping on buses and traveling to be with her, while the whole time she was messaging " Marco Givenspace ", telling him things like " Mo and Marie". I even discovered messages between her and her online African -American lover. I discovered this gem of infidelity, accidentally. Can you imagine what this did to my heart. Hurt is an understatement. Pain is relative. This is just, I don't even know how to describe it, I guess call it , just plain old "shitty", to do to someone. To hear her tell it, she doesn't know who he is or why I saw it. I guess it wasn't meant for my eyes.

But messages to other dudes didn't matter. Bad decisions have always been a big downfall for Jeypizzle. And being so in love that it blinds your decision making process , like looking directly into the sun for five minutes without blinking, that's what the blindness was like. But even Stevie Wonder could see what was going on. I just used love as an excuse not to see the truth.

Throw in a few months of missing your twin-flame (soulmate), her asking you to come to her sooner rather than later, and the police raiding your spot, and you have the perfect recipe for "Escape from Asheville " pt 1 -brokenheart pie. Comes with a side order of regret and a big glass of fuck you Jpizzle to wash down the pain and problems that follow. What I once considered absolutely insane , I was more than ready to do the unspeakable, which was go through that damn New York port authority bus station. Toting bags, wasting money- Fucking drinks for like 6 dollars. The people , the rudeness, the cops , the everything I cannot stand, I was ready to embrace it with a big hug and kiss. And not to mention the money spent on these ' love trips ' to New York . Sure, the church financed most of them. So I guess that means I owe God for wasting church money on me , traveling on God's money to see Marie. Well you can have my soul God, well, what's left of it after she got it first, and left me with hardly any soul left. I feel like a casualty of love. That's when you love someone so much and they take all your love and don't give you back what you deserve, or at times, none at all.

This part of my departure from Asheville is still a little bit grey. I know that at some point , our hill was just off the chain with visitors, theives , junkies Angelas (nasty redhead). Yeah , it was a matter of time before shit went down. And if I was not hallucinating , then one night or really early in the morning , this day it went down just the way it should have -with me not getting arrested , and getting to Syracuse NY.

I was just casually gacked out , watching the darkness , dancing with Shadow people, and not sleeping. Which after a few days , can make you see shit . I went to check on my charging block at the Target 🎯 sign, I charged anything I need charged there. This night as I crept down the muddy embankment . I couldn't help but notice , what appeared to be Asheville police cars going down the rode single file , all the way to Chuck E Cheese! So, I crept back up the hill like a fucking crab backstepping from a big lobster. Fuck the charging blocks , fuck the gear I left up on the other Gary cook spot . I had my binoculars, some good shit, and a strong will to not get arrested, and most importantly I had the love of my life telling me she wants me and she loves me. I gathered up all of my tweeking capabilities and formed an escape- type plan. Ever -so -carefully, I avoided flashlights chasing me - , and a bunch of cops and more cops, trying to get something or somebody on the hill that was like a fucking disposal site for anything illegal. Good ole dollar tree hill had been the hottest spot in Asheville , for over a year. Since day one when Gary and I first found it. I had lived on the hill with my Marie bear, real bears ( a family of them) , and Gary . As heart wrenching and dangerous as it was , I had to leave and get to her in NY.

A big thank you to the ABCCM in black mountain for helping me get to my wife in Syracuse in September 2018, I am forever grateful for everything you-all have done for me. God is great! And we owe you immensely.

So I got into Syracuse on a Sunday. Of course , " Clara - Bell" ( same girl, different name) wasn't there to meet me at the station. She did tell me the address and it was a few miles away still. So I hauled ass, and in about an hour or so , she came out to see me in the rite-aid parking lot, hung for an hour, then went to where she was staying at , - a fucking domestic violence woman's shelter. And she was supposedly, running from me! Imagine that! Who runs from someone , yet tells them to come exactly to where they are at?

WTF , so I camped out and the usual , um , being treated like a fun dummy- is really the only thing that comes to mind. Clara Bell did bring me some food though. It was good and the cheddar cheese she brought , well it was right from New York state and was delicious, considering I was famished and just about starving.

I don't regret anything I did in the name of love or for her. I took the chances, and there is no such thing as reward without taking risk. I just want you to realize that I did everything you wanted , I was trying to overcome the odds , and at the same time make sure you were safe. The day when you walked by me and then rushed to get away so you could be with Jose, or the guy from that big church that you met the day you punched me in the head. Or whoever else, the guy from the " Ox", how you told him you needed help, and you were hanging around the fucking " Ox" . That's not loyalty, that is so hurtful to do to someone that loved you so much , locked me out of 511 Bellevue , you just hurt me so bad, I have been so faithful and really never did so much as kiss another woman. I couldn't, I really was lovestruck, love blinded , and under your spell. Here you were, living with all guys , and all these guys trying to get me out of the picture so they could have you. Finally I left new York, and left so hurt, I'm still not right to this day from that.

Getting on the bus to go to Texas , I believe that was the beginning of the end of my life, the time when having a broken heart so bad can actually fuck a person up and start cancer. It's not scientifically proven, but I know it didn't help my aging -heartbroken -46 year old self.

I felt like the biggest dummy. I had came to this fucking horrible place all because she asked me to, and not just one time! I had left when Marie went into the psych ward at St Joe's hospital and refused to have visitors. So I did what every person that wants to leave New York state does,(go to social services) I went to the Onanandaga county DSS office and pleaded for a bus ticket back to NC. well, my case worker, Stacy Butterfield asked me why. "Didn't you just come here for this woman?" - I told everyone the real reason why I was there. Which was for Marie, and nothing else. I didn't come to New York state for any kind of opportunity or to make a life there. I came to New York for the sole reason of being with Marie Camp. So I told the Butterfield Case worker lady that it didn't work out and that Marie had left me, and that she was in the mental hospital psych ward, and she didn't want visitors. Which is the truth. When she went into that hospital and she specifically told those hospital people that she didn't want me in there to visit her, I was so fucking hurt. And the fucking asshole New York Hospital security guards , they told me , just go back to North Carolina, she doesn't want you here. Well, I was at DSS the next morning trying to get back to NC. I'll never forget what the Butterfield woman said - " We are not a travel agency " and then she gave me a voucher to get a bus ticket. And I left New York and went back to North Carolina , only to return to New York a few weeks later when Marie gets out of the hospital and in a sweet caring voice ask me- " Why did you leave?". So I returned to Syracuse , because the thought of her being alone was just too much for me to handle. And when I returned it was more of the same. Except this time she was actually at the bus station to meet me, but let's jump to me leaving Syracuse and being back in Asheville while Marie was in the psych ward.

In between time when I got back to North Carolina from Syracuse the first time. I was like a zombie. Wandering aimlessly around the streets of Asheville in a daze. "Looking for Marie with a flashlight in the daytime" that's what it was comparable too. All I could think of was her . Love sick is nothing compared to " love crippled" , yes , love can do that to a person. It has a crippling effect on them. I was so love crippled , that I had to do something. So remember the character named " Tim" , he's the one who I thought was my friend . He was another homeless guy that thinks he is the shit. He is the one named in the email that I received from Marie ([email protected]) that email that says Tim basically forced her to have sex with him. All over some fucking dope - when I went to the hospital , freezing and heartbroken in the winter 2017, when we were in our early stages of the relationship. Well Tim knew I loved Marie, when I asked him nonshalantly about Marie, he answered " oh yeah, 'Crazy Marie', I bought her a cheeseburger one time". ( This infuriated me even more, because she loves food, and that was his in- food and dope). Tim was in my sights and I wanted nothing more than to fuck him up for what he did or what she says he did in that heartbreaking email from way back in 2017.

So guess who I ran into. Yup you guessed it , fucking RAPE-O - Timothy Fitgerald Wright. That's his full government name, Google it and you will see. He really is a rapist. And this is how funny life is... Tim and I had an " association" I never let him know that I knew what he did to the love of my life. So when I ran into him, I was all buddy -buddy with him. Plotting for a way to get him back for what he did while I was in the hospital. So what better way than get him where it hurts- his money. Well this was going to be easy, Tim wanted someone to open a bank account so he could deposit like 250$ in it. "Tim, I got you" , is what I told him , we went to the bank at Walmart on Airport Rd and within 15 minutes , had a balance in a checking account that was in my name, a balance of 250$. So we had to wait for the debit card to come or something to that effect. So we grabbed a box or two of some medicine so we could go to Tim's place and actually make some real medicine, you know " go" . So we got everything needed and Tim and his girlfriend Kelly, and myself headed out the long and windy road to his place in Fairview. (Tim had gotten disability at this point, had a place to live and money) We had to wait till the next day for me to actually start the medicine making process, that night at Tim's, I even talked to Marie on the phone. She denies she sent the email. Even to this day , she swears up and down that it never happened, that she never sent it. There's all kinds of conspiracy theories about it according to Marie. The point is, I got an email from her account and this fucking rapists name was in it and what it said would tear any man's heart to pieces.

So , the next day . I'm at this fucking RAPE-O clown, Tim's place . I was cleaning out the shed and getting ready to make some shit. Well, that's when three Buncombe county sheriff's deputies startled me. They asked me if I had seen Tim. I told them no , but then at that very moment , Tim comes walking out. Needless to say, he was arrested, he was arrested for rape. You see , Tim was a rapist. He was charged with raping a different woman and robbing her ( Not Marie). He was a certified rapist, and he raped the woman I love, and had gotten away with it. Tim was arrested, and I took the money that he'd given me to open an account for him. I took it and bought a bus ticket to Syracuse NY , and two days later. I was with her. There really is such a thing as God. Because Tim got what he deserved, well not completely. And suddenly , all my worries ended, and all my love pains went away, and once again, I was the happiest man on earth. Because I was with her.

She was there, at the Greyhound station waiting for me, and I hugged her so hard as if it were the last hug given by man to another woman on earth. We walked and within five minutes , we were in some bushes in the parking lot of "Destination USA" - the mall near the Greyhound station in Syracuse. We were in those bushes making love like two people that are madly in love. Cars passing by and they probably could see us. We didn't care, because we were in love , so much in love. Love is such a beautiful thing . True love never dies, I really believe that. It never dies, but it does most certainly kill. Just like the old Ed Hardy Tattoos. " Love kills slowly"

So , this is the part when Marie gets a place and the place is like a boarding house for men. She had gotten the place on her own, with help from DSS. Her landlord would prove to be another one on the long list of men trying to fuck my chick. It's very disheartening when you have someone you love so dearly , and they think it's ok to flirt. To flirt and actually get caught in the act and still deny it. Yup, that's Marie. Deny it completely , even when you get caught red handed- Just deny it.

The place was just a raggedy old ass three or four level big house. Just old. The landlord said , " make sure that when you leave, set off a bug bomb , to kill the bed bugs" . WHAT,? BED BUGS? ARE YOU SERIOUS MARIE? So, Marie didn't really want me around. I could sense it. I was staying in the absolute worst place I had ever stayed in. The "Ox" as it was called. Was short for the " oxford " men's shelter in Syracuse. It was absolutely horrible . And just the fact that I stayed there is testament to how much I loved this woman. This place was scumbag central. And I met a guy there. This guy actually knew Marie. He claims he met her there and that she was flirting with him too. Well , I don't think she knew, but this guy was out on parole and staying at the "Ox" , he was on parole for killing someone. So , here you go Marie, great choice of friends you have.Fucking flirting with murderers, and trying to get him to buy her a phone, that's what he said. And I believe him. Because he doesn't have any reason to lie.

Anyhow, so Marie finally got a place. I was so excited, we finally get some time alone. Or did we? Marie's kind heart will get you fucked up EVERYTIME!

DeeDee was this black chick that Marie had become friends with. Deedee was homeless and looking for someone to use. Well, here comes Marie on the scene. And I was there , so, I watched the whole thing go down , we met DeeDee on the street. She was trying to get Marie to take off and leave me. And like so many other times, I begged Marie , I begged her to tell DeeDee to get the fuck gone. It's always other people that get in our relationship and fuck it up. I've been telling Marie this from the very beginning. But , she thinks it's "cool" to help people and put them before me, because that's what she does , and did with DeeDee , and many others, so , here we are stuck with Marie's new friend DeeDee. So we go back to Marie's place. Dee Dee is upstairs and Marie and I are in her downstairs bathroom. We got so high, and we fucked so good, any man that had Marie after that night could not compare to what I did to her, and the way I made her feel . I had pretty much ruined it for any man after that night. That night set the standard for having sex and having sex with Marie. At one point I had her on her head , upside down , and right side up. It was, most definitely, no doubt in my mind , the best sex humanly possible. To finish it off , we decided to go up to her room. And set up a little divider , you know a partition like , so we could continue our night of sex. That's what we liked doing, getting high and having sex, literally all night and into the next day . Sometimes , for days. Yes, I could perform like that, and Marie, well , she's a machine. This chick can fuck like no other. I guarantee it. That's another reason why we are so good together, not good , PERFECT! So with DeeDee on the other side of the room, I commenced to going down on Marie . I was eating her out for at least three hours , if not more. Time stands still when we are together. And this time it wouldn't be any different. I was and still am , a master at cunnilingus . Marie will tell you, my head game is serious. But this particular night, I was going to town , eating , sucking , licking , you name it- for at least three hours , I was. Until I started itching. Then I would stop and scratch. And scratch some more and itch some more. And then DeeDee said, are they biting you too? Well folks , it's a wrap. Fucking bed bug psychosis is real. And I had it . Those fucking bed bugs ruined it , and me . I'm scratching now. Just thinking about it. Well, the next few weeks turned from bad to worse. With Marie locking me out of her place and leaving me alone to stay in some fucking shit hole shelter in Syracuse, a place that I only went to , because she asked me to. I was so hurt , and actually ruined from that experience, I wanted to get as far away from her as possible. So I gathered up my courage, and went to the Catholic Charities , and asked for a ticket away from her and there.....

So I returned to a place that I would never in a million years go to. And she acted like I was just some dumbass . Some fucking fun dummy, which I was. And the fucking pain she caused was like no other. And I will never forget, the lady from the Catholic Charities in Syracuse , the woman who brought me to the bus station , her name was Mary Jane I remember because she told me as she helped me into the terminal. She said " you'll be back" well, she was with the church. So maybe it was God , communicating through her. But either way you look at it. She was fucking right. Because as you will see if you keep reading this story, I do come back to the state of New York, whick would make it a trifecta of stupidness. A three- dummy strikes -and your out- you big Dummy, Jpizzle!

And so, it was Thanksgiving day in 2018. I arrived in Corpus that night. I was in a place I loved , but without the only woman I loved. Actually , she is the only person I really love. I love God, but I love Marie even though she does what she does. She doesn't realize the pain she causes. God , help me. I feel like a dog that was just dropped off at an animal shelter. Not given any reason why, just abandoned. My heart is hurting me really bad right now. I think I'm going to cry, God , why does love hurt so bad?, See there it goes, that fucking good heart of mine. It's like my heart is addicted to the pain called Marie Camp. Even after all the bullshit, and her doing nothing to improve our getting back together. She is happy without me, she has her ' freedom' as she calls it. Free to help out other dudes , freedom to fuck whoever, and freedom to delete her numbers and or block me. Freedom from me, what she fails to realize , is I will leave her alone, FOREVER. Because , my days are numbered. Yes, they really are. They told me , I have stage four cancer that has metastasized to my bones, yes, all throughout my body, the cancer has spread. And is thriving on my brokenhearted soul...

Although , at times , I feel as though , she knows, I am the best man for her. And that there isn't and won't ever be, someone that loves her as much as I .

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