So I told ja I'd let ya know the end of the story about whether I ever recieved my $tr8 file in the mail ?? remember, about...what ??...
About a year ago. I sent a firm but polite registered letter, full of manners and such niceities to the DFAF down in FLA requesting that they give me my file...
I've heard nothin back. I know I'm real slow but see all this time I been a-thinkin' on it. Ever'day that damn file don' show I get a little more meaner and a little more focused on it. I got their signed receipt layin around on the tables in my livin room remindin me ever' damned day that they continue to be disrespectful. They should at least send me an explanation of some kind. Don't cha think ?!?!
I start to think I'm gonna have to send them another registered letter... But I can see that aint gonna do it, maybe I'll have to go down there in person and walk right into the place and ask for it. And refuse to go away. I'll just be cool. I'll just walk up to the receptionist or whoever I see that looks like someone to deal with and introduce myself and ask for my file. I made personal arrangements back in like '86 with Tim Kelleher who was on executive staff at the time. He told me if I ever graduated he'd give me my file and we shook on it. I wanted to see my file back then. That's my fuckin file! Fuck them for invadin' my space. That is a crime!
Some folks might ask: Why do you want your file so bad anyway...it aint worth your time or energy...just for-get it. I ask that question of myself.
But see theres somethin about it...because I helped create it. It is a coded message to myself really, just like all the poetry and notes that I wrote to myself that they threw away cause they wanted me to need them in my confusion. They wanted me to be submissive to them, wanted my dependence on them. They are in fear. $tr8 is the manifestation of their nightmare. They are the weak.
Maybe I'll just take a drive on down to ol' FLA, That's about the last state in the lower 48, that I yet gotta see... Maybe I'll just go on in there real cool like and refuse to leave without my file. If it gets rough. I won't be overtly threatenin'. I'll just hold my ground and insist that they deliver it to me. If they want me to leave without it they'll just have to throw me out, but I'll come back and I'll stand outside their damn building and ask for my file until they give it to me or give me some explanation.
Just to make 'em face me.
What night is ladies night RTP ?? ::bandit::