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We didn’t have issues when we were kids, so if getting Davy to the hospital was a priority, I’m sure it was accomplished by some other means, though I don’t know how. I chose to use the Child's Pose on my haunches to find out, because I didn’t understand what was asked of me. I kept it simple. Problems like ours are investigated by talking to Leigh Rays about Rayscene and I was already confused by a new chapter of the ‘I Saw the Indian Gang’.
My friend Fred, the Networking Specialist and Eli, a Specialist in Conflict Resolution are not likely to stand for challenges to the claim that we saw an Indian wearing a full headdress fleshed out in the fall colors of a Maple tree on campus. The fact that we were all tripping on LSD when it happened shouldn’t matter, because we all saw the same thing! And the problem as I saw it was that the Indian Burial Ground was really a Methodist Plot, so I covered a digital version of the convolution at Cloud Index because the history I linked either moved, or has been taken down. What we really need is proof; like film negative from a 35mm SLR camera, or 8mm film because they'll just say we're crazy if we don't. Please see Local Ramifications for my haphazard method above, Self Advocacy, for more information about how to defend yourself, and Poetry, if other's are already involved in the effort.
So I went to work on the control of computers by intention at the Biotech Department and believe we have a start on a permanent replacement for the text based computing we began with by the time I was done.
Fortunately, my Hosting Company had the most recent edit to my website, because I didn’t and I was hired so I can replace my old equipment (which may also be the culprit). And my friend Dave, who was probably put onto a gurney, stretcher, or into an ambulance to get to the hospital after being hit by the bad swing, though he might've died....didn't (I found an obituary claiming that he survived his mother and father).
Unfortunately, there must’ve been some assumption about our political affiliation as a result; neither one of us had a clear apprehension of what happened. Practicing my swing by the side of the house was routine for me, and I didn’t think that he would walk into its path when he came over to see me! Perhaps it was our blonde hair and blue eyes that helped to form the conclusion, but it was more likely the stupor we were in. Please see also: Sand Lake Drowning
Dave the Seminarian, Dave the Chemical Engineer, Dave the Cyber Security Expert, Dave with a learning disability who sings in a Barbershop Quartet, Dave my old Sponsor Dave, and Dave who looks like the son of Eckart Tolle! Hey! Anyone who looks like Eckart could be inspiring! He doesn't have to say a thing! He just exudes God consciousness by being in the room.
I’ve liked every Dave I’ve ever known, but it was Dave da-Bear who really shocked me. Death becomes him; still as strong a faculty in my life today as he ever was! Nuclear Submarine Engineer, Hell's Angel, and Bounty Hunter, he headed up a Self Advocacy Network that used direct action campaigns to change the healthcare system forever. And by God, by the time he was done writing by-laws, we believed we had established a new form of government.
So when another friend Dave, who seems to be Trepanning, with a hole in his forehead the size of a large egg, I really worry, but what he told me is that someone hit him with acid in the alley behind his apartment while he was taking out the trash. Regardless, he's extremely vulnerable right now and it really worries me!
How guys like Dave became legendary is hard to say. I presume, like those who've worked for 'the company', I don’t believe they ever really leave. They just fade away and blend in with the crowd to become like anyone else of us, like Mr. X., but along the way, we get to witness the heroics that attend their lives, like Dave the private investigator, who pulled me close to confide in me: "I killed a guy who was dealing drugs to children." "I didn't mean to, I just punched him and he died right there on the spot."
Like Cherubim who keep the riff raff out of the garden, they wield an ugly weapon with a hand that’s quicker than the eye! And woe betide those who seek revenge upon them! Even Santa seems to have found his way into our lockups.
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