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|Mon, Dec 19 2005||100||What a Nice Fella||
Ariel calls me up.
He is nice like he has only been with me during the short
few pre-shrink years at the onset of the Tudor wars.
It has been an exhausting 81 days for me never knowing
what the next conversation will be like, and with whom,
and how my future probably depends on its outcome.
During the better latter part of these 81 days,
I have been mostly concerned with re-obtaining
the $40,000 that were kidnapped from me.
I don't see the money just yet on the Internet.
I force myself to be cautious,
even though his sudden overniceness
clearly tells me he is not lying this time,
and he transferred the money like he says.
|Mon, Jan 16 2006||100||Night of January the 16th||
Free at last.
Nobody knows where I am.
I can live like this.
So I started right away.
I immediately set up the bedroom
with Nekko's food and bathroom,
a couch for the both of us to sleep on,
a computer and a stereo attached.
The Who were playing Tommy's I'm Free for starters.
|Mon, Apr 10 2006||100||Catch You Later||
Ariel called before passover.
He is as nice as he always is since December 19th.
I decide its time to pick up the phone and
see what he has to say.
He starts with his usual pretended niceties.
He will be in Israel for passover.
He goes on detailing his schedule,
slowly realizing I am not getting any of this down.
I am mostly silent throughout.
He slows down to a halt and closes by saying
"Its OK, I'll catch you later"
We hang up.
Me and Freud had a good laugh.
|Sat, Apr 22 2006||100||Jaccuse||
Yael Aloni Stolzl Stadler Sharon:
Ariel is too thirsty for money to be able to think straight.
He made an attempt on my life for a mere $40,000,
$10,000 of which he shortly thereafter collected from
the New York Unemplyment Agnecy,
while you gaurds your millions in a swiss bank.
He will not stop chasing me, until you are dead.
He is after money which is not mine until that happens.
He is Addicted to Whores and Gambling.
He lies for a living for many years now,
selecting jobs where this is the only requirement,
bragging about it to me and friends.
He only knows two liars greater them him,
according to his own bragging:
His son Tal, and the best Poker player he knows,
whom Tal cleaned out in a poker game.
He has entangled his life in a web of pretense
fueled by money which he is uncertain he can
continue to obtain.