so you know that i cashed in my Get Out of Hell Free card (see Hello, My Name is…post) and headed to the Valley of the Sun. okay, well maybe you didn’t know that last part, but i basically left a craptacular old life and started over. although i owe The Company for helping out with that, Chief (not his real name) was the main reason for getting out. Chief is a total-10-on-Hotness-Richter-Scale 6′3 native-american dude, ex-Navy SEAL, and the owner of Black Hawk Protection Agency. im his client and he’s my protector until I turn 18.
there are companies out there that offer personal protection or security for individuals; people who will analyze and protect someones personal business,home or property. Making sure someone is safe in their surroundings. Of course, there are also private investigators that can provide services for the individual (think spousal or matrimonial stuff) or a small business. but thats not how Black Hawk Protection Agency works. it started with Chief, then the guys from his SEAL unit joined after their tour was up, and now he’s in charge of almost ten guys.
and they protect children, ages 4 to 19.
children born of famous actors, actresses, dignitaries, billionaries...blah, blah, you get what im sayin.
in celise’s words, “hes the vaughn to your sidney.” (Can we say, too much Alias, boys and girls?)
I never watched the show--and i know she misses it like hell--but it was one of her favorites and she explained what she meant.
So, yeah. I like it. it makes sense.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
next stop...spring break
o.m.g. i cannot wait til spring break. 16th-27th. not doing anything special during that time, mind you, im just ready blow to the popsicle stand called CSA. really. im so annoyed with this one girl, Sweet Tooth (because she's named after a piece of candy), i may just have to take her out with my taser.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
lost to the system....and found in dry heat
the Prompt O' the Day is brought to you by sunday scribblings: 'lost'
ok, so you pretty much know my history. if you didn't read the last prompt on the topic of trust, you can do so by checking out the post below.
i was in the foster care system for many, many years. yeah, i know im only 16, but being in the system can make you feel like 20 in dog years.
the last set of parents (not-so-fondly referred to as The FCFH) i got were a trip and a half.
to the point where i ratted them out the feds. cant tell you why, youll just have to read all about it on Oct 23rd. needless to say, they were involved in some illegal activities and The Company wanted to acquire my special skills (read: natural curiosity). i told them i would do it. on one condition.
they had to lose me.
take me off the grid.
erase my existence.
my condition was freedom. from the system. id like to think that my social worker got an ominous phone call where The Company said something like "Forget about O.C.* or else". she probably thinks i was wisked away into the witness protection program.
and i guess, in a way, it would seem like that. except im not running from anyone and no one wants to hunt me down and kill me.
far as i know.
no, i was given a new life, allowed to choose a new name, and picked Dry Heat, AZ as my new home. i did that for a reason, too, and ill tell you all about it my next post.
as far as im concerned, getting lost is the best thing that ever happened to me.
*These initials do not stand for Orange County, people, but represent the name I went by during my time with The FCFH.
ok, so you pretty much know my history. if you didn't read the last prompt on the topic of trust, you can do so by checking out the post below.
i was in the foster care system for many, many years. yeah, i know im only 16, but being in the system can make you feel like 20 in dog years.
the last set of parents (not-so-fondly referred to as The FCFH) i got were a trip and a half.
to the point where i ratted them out the feds. cant tell you why, youll just have to read all about it on Oct 23rd. needless to say, they were involved in some illegal activities and The Company wanted to acquire my special skills (read: natural curiosity). i told them i would do it. on one condition.
they had to lose me.
take me off the grid.
erase my existence.
my condition was freedom. from the system. id like to think that my social worker got an ominous phone call where The Company said something like "Forget about O.C.* or else". she probably thinks i was wisked away into the witness protection program.
and i guess, in a way, it would seem like that. except im not running from anyone and no one wants to hunt me down and kill me.
far as i know.
no, i was given a new life, allowed to choose a new name, and picked Dry Heat, AZ as my new home. i did that for a reason, too, and ill tell you all about it my next post.
as far as im concerned, getting lost is the best thing that ever happened to me.
*These initials do not stand for Orange County, people, but represent the name I went by during my time with The FCFH.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
in me i trust
the Prompt O' the Day is brought you to by sunday scribblings: "trust".
i have no idea who my biological parents are. at this point, i dont care, because i had a great couple adopt me when i was a baby. and my life had been good up until age 7.
and then they were taken from me. "taken" as in killed. freeway pileup.
i got dropped back in the system and as you may or may not know--the older you are, the harder it is to be placed.
at 15, my case worker found a couple that actually wanted an older child. she thought it was a pretty sweet deal and for a minute--literally--i thought it was, too. until i had to change my first name. bad mistake, but that's neither here nor there. i was ready for a little bit more permanency so i sacrificed a little sumpin-sumpin'.
despite the life they tried to make for me in manhattan, they quickly became The FCFH (The Foster Couple From Hell). being given everything you want--excluding artificial love--can be a heady thing. they never treated me bad, mind you, but i guess i was there "trophy child." its pretty much the same concept as the trophy wife, just with a kid instead of an adult.
to make a long story real short, i discovered The FCFH were involved in something illegal, i took it to the authorities, who in turn tossed it to the feds, i did a little haggling...and now im in the desert with a new name, a new life, and a job as an informant for The Company.
ill mention a guy named Chief on here quite a bit. hes my handler, so to speak. hell look out for me until im 18, but hes not my legal guardian.
i trust that he will protect me--both figuratively and literally (if it comes to that).
but theres always going to be that tiny, closely guarded corner of my heart that says "the only person you can trust is yourself." i think its a prerequisite for foster kids or something. maybe i shouldnt limit that to foster care. that probably goes for any kid thats been let down, seen too much, been thru too much to even believe anymore.
i can freely admit that im a product of my environment.
year 7 was a craptacular year for me and its like my life went downhill after that.
nothing was ever as great and sometimes it feels like itll never be great again. my life now suits me just fine. its not great but it's good.
ive been in this new life for 6 months.
maybe ill reevaluate after being in it for a year. or so.
i have no idea who my biological parents are. at this point, i dont care, because i had a great couple adopt me when i was a baby. and my life had been good up until age 7.
and then they were taken from me. "taken" as in killed. freeway pileup.
i got dropped back in the system and as you may or may not know--the older you are, the harder it is to be placed.
at 15, my case worker found a couple that actually wanted an older child. she thought it was a pretty sweet deal and for a minute--literally--i thought it was, too. until i had to change my first name. bad mistake, but that's neither here nor there. i was ready for a little bit more permanency so i sacrificed a little sumpin-sumpin'.
despite the life they tried to make for me in manhattan, they quickly became The FCFH (The Foster Couple From Hell). being given everything you want--excluding artificial love--can be a heady thing. they never treated me bad, mind you, but i guess i was there "trophy child." its pretty much the same concept as the trophy wife, just with a kid instead of an adult.
to make a long story real short, i discovered The FCFH were involved in something illegal, i took it to the authorities, who in turn tossed it to the feds, i did a little haggling...and now im in the desert with a new name, a new life, and a job as an informant for The Company.
ill mention a guy named Chief on here quite a bit. hes my handler, so to speak. hell look out for me until im 18, but hes not my legal guardian.
i trust that he will protect me--both figuratively and literally (if it comes to that).
but theres always going to be that tiny, closely guarded corner of my heart that says "the only person you can trust is yourself." i think its a prerequisite for foster kids or something. maybe i shouldnt limit that to foster care. that probably goes for any kid thats been let down, seen too much, been thru too much to even believe anymore.
i can freely admit that im a product of my environment.
year 7 was a craptacular year for me and its like my life went downhill after that.
nothing was ever as great and sometimes it feels like itll never be great again. my life now suits me just fine. its not great but it's good.
ive been in this new life for 6 months.
maybe ill reevaluate after being in it for a year. or so.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Informant U: Trick #3
hiding places
Many times a snitch will put secret information in a package and leave it so other people can pick it up. A package may be very big, wrapped in a plastic bag, or very small and hidden where you would never think to look. It would be like leaving the extra key to your house in a hollow rock near the door.
or, you know, tossing that 45 magnum you just fired off at your job in the freezer.
just sayin’.
Many times a snitch will put secret information in a package and leave it so other people can pick it up. A package may be very big, wrapped in a plastic bag, or very small and hidden where you would never think to look. It would be like leaving the extra key to your house in a hollow rock near the door.
or, you know, tossing that 45 magnum you just fired off at your job in the freezer.
just sayin’.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
bulletproof hair
celise sent me this story today and i had laff my ass of, because, really, when does ever happen in real life? this really happened. no joke
which begs the question: how thick was her weave? lol.
HAIR WEAVE STOPS BULLET
KANSAS CITY, Mo. – A woman was complaining of a headache Thursday morning, but police say her tightly-woven hair weave kept it from being much worse.
Detectives say a bullet, allegedly fired at her by her ex-boyfriend, became lodged in her hair.
Authorities were called to the Country View Market, 5802 Swope Parkway, around 11:30 p.m. Wednesday.
Arriving officers found the 20-year-old woman there. She told police she had pulled into the market and saw a man with whom she had recently ended an eight-month relation with inside a car there.
A second man came up to the woman’s window and told her that the ex-boyfriend still loved her, an incident report filed by the Kansas City Police Department said.
The woman told the second man “I don’t love him.”
At that time, the victim told police she heard gunshots and saw her ex-boyfriend walking toward the back of her car firing a handgun.
The victim sped away in her vehicle as her back window shattered, police said.
She returned to the scene a moment later to witness both suspects leaving in their vehicle.
Officers found the bullet in the woman’s hair and said her tightly-woven weave likely saved her life.
The victim was not seriously harmed and refused treatment at the scene.
The ex-boyfriend and the second suspect were both taken into custody a short time later.
which begs the question: how thick was her weave? lol.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
weighing in on mr. brown
first off, i would just like to say that i don't listen to r&b. i know who chris brown and rihanna are. ive heard their music and seen their videos. im not a fan of either artist.
but i want to add my two cents to the already two dollars ive been hearing about what went down.
i was reading about some of the comments of other celebs and the consensus seems to be the same: "i cant comment because i dont know what happened. but they're in our prayers"...blah, blah, blah.
i mean really, what can you say? the only two people that know what happened--and why--are chris and rihanna.
and now chris is saying he's sorry and saddened by what happened and he's seeking counseling from his mother, pastor, friends and family.
i can tell you what he needs to do, but let me say this first:
YOU. DO. NOT. HIT. A FEMALE. EVER.
no matter if there's a history of family violence and you vowed to never treat someone else like that.
no matter if she took your phone and threw it out the window of a moving car.
no matter if she got so pissed at you, she took all your belongings and chucked them out a window. or had a bonfire out in the backyard. or had a yard sale and sold everything for a dollar.
no matter if he--or she--was caught cheating and you decided to confront them.
YOU. DO. NOT. HIT. A FEMALE. EVER.
mr brown doesnt need to have a little convo with his mother or other loved ones. family and friends are too close to the sitch, too close to the abuser, and any advice/suggestions are going to be based on personal knowledge.
a little confessional time with the pastor may help, but The Big Dawg isnt the only person hes going to need to ask for forgiveness.
mr brown needs to get some professional help. thats what his mother, his friends, his family members and his pastor need to tell him. he obviously has some issues he needs to work out.
that was more like a buck fifty than two cents, but still...
but i want to add my two cents to the already two dollars ive been hearing about what went down.
i was reading about some of the comments of other celebs and the consensus seems to be the same: "i cant comment because i dont know what happened. but they're in our prayers"...blah, blah, blah.
i mean really, what can you say? the only two people that know what happened--and why--are chris and rihanna.
and now chris is saying he's sorry and saddened by what happened and he's seeking counseling from his mother, pastor, friends and family.
i can tell you what he needs to do, but let me say this first:
YOU. DO. NOT. HIT. A FEMALE. EVER.
no matter if there's a history of family violence and you vowed to never treat someone else like that.
no matter if she took your phone and threw it out the window of a moving car.
no matter if she got so pissed at you, she took all your belongings and chucked them out a window. or had a bonfire out in the backyard. or had a yard sale and sold everything for a dollar.
no matter if he--or she--was caught cheating and you decided to confront them.
YOU. DO. NOT. HIT. A FEMALE. EVER.
mr brown doesnt need to have a little convo with his mother or other loved ones. family and friends are too close to the sitch, too close to the abuser, and any advice/suggestions are going to be based on personal knowledge.
a little confessional time with the pastor may help, but The Big Dawg isnt the only person hes going to need to ask for forgiveness.
mr brown needs to get some professional help. thats what his mother, his friends, his family members and his pastor need to tell him. he obviously has some issues he needs to work out.
that was more like a buck fifty than two cents, but still...
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