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|Thu, Sep 29 2005||200||Yoella||
My protective reflexes for Shira,
still told me there is a slight chance she might
come back home, well to my place that is, after school.
Maybe it was just hope that I still exist in Shira's perception.
So I went to Yoella's to make sure Shira comes to her place after school.
She told me it has already been taken care of,
and I should think of myself, not of Shira.
This was the first hint that there is more going on than
I am being told.
I remember it was 2:30 sharp when I fled away home from there,
saying Shira might come home after all,
and we agreed I will go to sleep there.
Having been awake for the past four days,
only to be compensated by a few hours within the past ten,
sleep was more than an emergency of its own
in my state of mind.
Several hours later, while I was fast asleep she called me some seven times,
as she would later claim when I returned her call, waking up.
She said she was at my door, and wants to come back.
I made her swear she was alone.
not with a WH question, but by asking her many times many
different ways and have her re-answer.
"Yes, totally alone".
When I opened the door I immediately noticed
She wouldn't come in, but kept the door open
with her foot when I tried to close it.
She reminded me of the Ugly, from the Good, and Bad,
a film loved by both myself and her entire family.
I became agitated and she grabbed me forcefully
by the right arm, atypical to her body language.
I deliberately raised my voice to extreme to scare her off
without force and released from the hold when
I saw Roney appearing from the stair case behind
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||550||Five Minute Bum Love||
Nobody can be trusted.
I must convince myself I am relatively sane
and not plain paranoid.
Strangers are the most trustworthy at this point,
on a relative scale.
But it is night and there are no strangers
on the beach by Manta Ray,
where the boat is soon to anchor at my command.
Just ones that are in moving cars.
Walking barefoot through the grasses by the beach,
I saw this guy sitting on the stone wall.
I immediately sat next to him and started conversing,
slowly, like sane people do.
Listening to what he has to say.
Watchful with paranoia to make sure
I am not endangering myself further.
In a few minutes I decide he is on (or not-on)
chemicals beyond my scope
and I had better be on my way.
He is thin and fragile, as if shaking his hand
would make him shrivel and collapse.
To be safe, I want to give him some bribe money,
but I have way too much getaway money in my
wallet for him to see.
The conversation goes like this:
Listen, I really have to go now,
and I really want to give you some money.
I will be turning around now,
and as I turn back I will give you some money.
Safely behind my own back,
I was calculating old Ninjitsu tactics in case I am not really safe.
I even calculated how after he falls down
and I am fearful for his life,
I can stop a car at Herbert Samuel
and tell them to take care of him,
by which time I will disappear the other end
of the one way highway.
I turn back around,
after my wallet was safe back in my pocket
gave him a 100 NIS bill and disappeared.
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||10||Introduction||
This is the story of the attempt on my life
by my brother Ariel Aloni,
starting the night of September 29 of 2005,
lasting an intense period of 81 days,
ending with partial success on my part,
after which I fled with life still in my posession.
Ariel Aloni is in deep financial trouble.
He has been obtaining jobs via lies, deceit and trickery
since his first management job with Tudor Investment Corporation.
Ariel Aloni's job - by his own proud accord -
is to bulshit people into hiring him for the next job.
Then he would bullshit the company about the future
technology of the company for the next year or so,
until he is exposed and fired, yet again.
Ariel Aloni had six (6) jobs in Israel in his brief three year
attemt to live in the country, starting 1999,
and exausted the Israeli market with his bullshit.
He then fled back to New York to continue getting hired
and fired there every other year.
tried to assasinate me legally by taking
advantage of a family crisis,
trying to eliminate with much
violence my financial resources and family ties.
This was done for the purpose of obtaining
$40,000 given to me by our mother, Yael Aloni,
and sitting idle in my bank account in New York,
for which my confidante brother had power of attorney
He was about to be fired at the time,
and shortly after collected about
$10,000 from New York Unemplyment instead.
All the while, his annual salary is over $100,000
and our mother also keeps about a million dollars
in a swiss bank account,
for fear the state of Israel will confiscate it if it arrives
in the country.
This for no good reason whatsoever.
She has never made a penny in her life,
and the state of Israel is free of all inheritance taxes.
Ariel is not terribly sane either.
In 2001 he had send our mother by e-mail a realy cool picture,
or so HE at least thought.
It is his elder son, Roy, age 11 at the time,
holding his penis in his hand,
in the living room,
while his father is holding a camera.
For lack of advance knowledge,
my mother has shown this picture,
to her own surprise and shock,
also to Shira and her mother,
as she was receiving the e-mail
with new cool pictures from the son in New York.
|Thu, Sep 29 2005||200||Alone||
Years of environment forced self training of paranoia paid off.
I immediately knew I was totally alone.
It took yet another split second to realize I wasn't safe at my home,
and started calculating the amount of fear building up,
including the fact that my cat might die in the process of my fleeing.
Verifying my wallet keys and cell phone are on me,
I walked barefoot with a T shirt and pants on into the night,
straight past Roney.