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Unprovable Drama

Friday, Jan. 23, 2009 - 12:20 a.m.

I seem to have gotten caught up in yet another batch of unprovable drama. Well -- unprovable as of this writing.

I had about a day and a half's worth of conversation with my old friend, Robert B3sgrov3. During those hours, Robert told me he had a stalker, he told me he had a restraining order against that stalker, and he told me the stalker had just purchased a gun immediately prior to that restraining order. Things really got interesting about a day or so ago when Robert said that the police contacted him to let him know that his stalker had gone AWOL and that it would be best if he didn't leave his home. Allegedly, the next thing that happened was that she drove down from her home in the mountains and parked in the church parking lot across the street from where he lived -- and blew her brains out. This allegedly took place on the afternoon / evening of Wednesday, January 21st, 2009.

I'm very sorry about all of this. I'm sorry if there's a family that lost a loved one. I'm sorry if Robert went through this.

But I'm even MORE sorry if NONE of it happened the way he says it did.

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So far, there is no evidence of her passing, in any country records, in any police blotter, in any sheriff's reports. I've looked everywhere all over Butte County. No reports of gunfire, the sound of which is impossible to to miss if you're shooting yourself in a parked car with a .357 Magnum at dinner time, which is when this suicide allegedly took place.

According to Google News, there is absolutely no kind of story related to a woman killing herself in a church parking lot in Chico.

There's no mention of her passing on her MySpace site, or the sites of her friends.

And intriguingly -- somebody logged into her MySpace account and changed the status message as if nothing's wrong.

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I don't like being in the position of wishing a woman has died for the sake of Robert's credibility.

However, at least John and Dave pointed out a pattern and I listened -- reluctantly, for I have known Robert longer than either John or Dave -- and am now on my guard once again after only a few days, as opposed to a motherfucking year and a half.

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But because I was friends with him in high school, and this wasn't a random piece of something thrown at me by somebody I don't know (like was the case with Fake Andy)? I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I will be asking Robert -- or anybody, for that matter -- to provide proof of what's happened. This can be in the form of a death certificate, a notice on the website of the bank she worked in citing her passing, clippings from the newspaper, etc. You know, the usual stuff that happens when somebody passes.

Evidence of that kind, and examinable by anybody of my chosing, shall make itself known immediately, or I'm going to have a much more visible problem with all of this than I have right now.

Until then, I'm not gonna worry about it. The standard Fake Andy excuses are in place, to wit -- Robert Doesn't Want To Discuss Details About It, and he Hasn't Given Me Her Name.

And, oh yeah -- his cable modem and cell phone have been disconnected.

Gosh; no way to get ahold of him for the time being. At least that's what he says.

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Robert? If by some twist in life's path you happen to be reading this, and you're livid because I question your veracity? Then you obviously don't know me very well, and you don't know what I've been through and you don't know why I would be asking questions about a situation -- for lack of a better phrase -- with so many holes in it. If it's true, if all of this happened like you said it did? Point me to the evidence. And go ahead and get mad at me. I'll listen to any venting you care to air about me not trusting you. If I was wrong about this -- ANY of this -- I'll bear any karmic brunt that I've got coming.

BUT. If you did make it all up, then I am entitled to the mother of all explanations.

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The upside of all of this is that if I have been zoomed again, in the greater scheme of things, I don't regret reaching out.

But for now -- I'll wait.

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So that's the haps.

In other, lighter news, which I just know you've all been dying to see resolved -- my bangs are doing better. John thinks they look much calmer now than they did on the day they were cut. As soon as the monthly pimple triumvirate on my nose and chin vaporize, I'll sit down and see about getting some new images.

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All right. Have a good Friday.

And thank you all for being out there and being willing to read me. I am a lot more grounded than I was when the impostor was wreaking havoc, and part of that is due to you guys.

So, thanks. If my usual suspects don't see me online? I'm still trying to catch up with my sleep. I should be all turned around by Sunday or Monday.

Take care.

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