First eight years (manscript(
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Last published Sun, Sep 28, 2025
Good day,God isn't I only good,he is GREAT!
I live where my 1994 Fleetwood Bounder took me. Do I like it? No.."No, I do not.
5 years ago, i was targeted, crossing the street as an innocent pedestrian.
That decesion has left me disabled, for life.
The good news is I got my prosthetic leg. it's a C-brace the other day.
Sure, I do have a traumatic spinal cord and brain injury. I was told three plates are somewhere in my head.
Not to mention what's left of the middle of my back is "hardware."
The doctors pieced me back together like I was merely the patient on that game board, for you guessed it. Drum role, please.....
The Operation game. .
It is a game that you dont play on your phone, so.. Just heads up.
Well, NHPD is not making headway, so I have to. All I have to do is investigate the attempted murder of myself. Is it connected to my dad's murder years ago. I was warned not to meddel
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