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14 year anniversary

Today is August 8, 2026, the 14 year anniversary of the backhoe driving over my house. My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they  arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 month...

so sick of this

| Did you know Drabbles are no longer welcomed on Medium? My Daily Drabbles are now here on Blogger because Drabbles are no longer allowed on Medium - this link tells you what Medium changed and where you can go if you are a drabble writter looking for a platform that still allows Drabbles - there are not many - most platforms do NOT allow 100 word stories! Medium used to be the number one place for publishing drabbles and getting paid for tthem, but as of April 4, 2025 Medium has banned drabbles from distribution. Full details HERE | Should I just upload all 7,000 pages of the FBI files of my son's murder investigation? And where? And how? It's been 13 years since Xavier was murdered and I feel like the FBI is dragging their feet and getting no where, and I wonder, would it not just be faster if I made the file public so people could see for themselves the names of how many people the FBI has found in Scarborough, Old Orchard, Saco, Biddeford, and the surrounding towns… who h...

If you were bedridden for 9 years, would your friends and family remember you when you returned to walking again? Mine didn't, in fact they forgot me so hard that an impersonator took my place in their lives for 9 years. How does this happen?

If you were bedridden for 9 years, would your friends and family remember you when you returned to walking again? Mine didn't, in fact they forgot me so hard that an impersonator took my place in their lives for 9 years. How does this happen? I had a wild experience today, and it has made me question: how fast do YOU forget people you know? Like details about them? I ask because, this was someone who knows me offline, face to face, local friend, who hasn't seen me in about a year, but knows me, and knows my car... specifically knows my cars... a 1992 Volvo, that is fully mural painted, with a giant pink jellfish on the hood,, a purple unicorn on one side, a blue merman and a seraphum angle on the other side, and a purple dragon on the back. Also, has a huge four foot long wheelchair carrier on the back, with my website url painted in yellow daisies. This is the same car that for over a decade had 2.5 million marbles glued to it. I build art cars. I have NEVER not once in 50 y...