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Saturday, April 30, 2011
Making Change
I'm all about change this weekend.
Changing everything.
I know change begins from within. I get that.
We need to be the change we wish to see in the Universe. It is my mantra.
We need to be more like Ghandi.
And like the revised Serenity Prayer I posted on my Facebook wall, I know the change begins within.
Once you you look at yourself, face to face, no b.s....
you see all the power you have is self-contained within your body, mind and spirit.
One little change in your world,
rocks the whole world.
An example.... I found and interviewed a witness who I was forewarned about yesterday.
He was allegedly very angry, very irrational at times, and hates any kind of authority.
Particularly anyone associated with the justice system which he feels has screwed him. (S'cuse my French... Blogger's privilege).
Needless to say, the warnings had me on edge.
They also gave me notice.
I needed to change.
To become someone he didn't expect.
Someone who he believes cared, would listen, wouldn't interrupt, would just allow him to vent while I took notes. I would not judge. I would treat him with respect and dignity.
He had a gun in his hand when I knocked on his door.
I didn't see it at first, just heard his voice.
The gun I anticipated because I went to his door by by-passing the security entrance.
I got into the building when I found a charming older man who was leaving to let me in the locked door with a sweet story I made up about seeing my uncle.
I took the elevator up several flights in the high security building then just knocked at my subject's door.
"Who are you?" he shouted from behind the door.
"Susan" I said, "we haven't met."
I saw his eye peering through the peep hole.
"How'd you get in this building?" he said through the closed door.
"I talked a guy into letting me in," I said.
When he finally opened he door a crack, the chain still hooked, I saw the gun. It was lowered.
He saw me look at it.
I said "Whoa, I'm just here to talk and I am on your side. Wouldya' mind putting that gun away? I'm unarmed"
He opened the door, grumbled "come in" and walked into another room and walked out gunless.
I showed him my ID, my state license.
And by the end of the interview, not only did I get every bit of info I needed out of him in my notes,
I got a signed statement
And.... he asked if I was married. lol.
All because I changed.
Instead of taking a strong, defensive posture, I chilled.
Now if he was a complete lunatic, I probably would be dead by now and not writing this.
Instead, I just received a call from him telling me to tell the attorneys to call him anytime they wish.
He also gave me more info pivotal to our case.
Thing is, I hadn't intended to blog this weekend.
I have way to much investigating to do in the 48 hours.
So I am racing through this post and I'm sure you will find typos everywhere.
However, I thought the point might be helpful to someone who finds their way to this blog.
No, you can not change others by telling them how to act.
Yes, you can change others by changing the way you act towards them.
It's not just the talk, but walking the talk.
That's what changes the world.
And that's why I am posting the song that follows this here.
I struggled putting Carrie Underwood and John Lennon on the same page.
It required a change in my thinking to do.
And it is done.
When I return to the blog, I will be able to see how many people read it, from where.
I will know whether my change....my decision to post today... after deciding not to post today last night, was wise.
Either way life is risk.
Some risks are worth taking.
And all risks involve change.
Changing everything.
I know change begins from within. I get that.
We need to be the change we wish to see in the Universe. It is my mantra.
We need to be more like Ghandi.
And like the revised Serenity Prayer I posted on my Facebook wall, I know the change begins within.
Once you you look at yourself, face to face, no b.s....
you see all the power you have is self-contained within your body, mind and spirit.
One little change in your world,
rocks the whole world.
An example.... I found and interviewed a witness who I was forewarned about yesterday.
He was allegedly very angry, very irrational at times, and hates any kind of authority.
Particularly anyone associated with the justice system which he feels has screwed him. (S'cuse my French... Blogger's privilege).
Needless to say, the warnings had me on edge.
They also gave me notice.
I needed to change.
To become someone he didn't expect.
Someone who he believes cared, would listen, wouldn't interrupt, would just allow him to vent while I took notes. I would not judge. I would treat him with respect and dignity.
He had a gun in his hand when I knocked on his door.
I didn't see it at first, just heard his voice.
The gun I anticipated because I went to his door by by-passing the security entrance.
I got into the building when I found a charming older man who was leaving to let me in the locked door with a sweet story I made up about seeing my uncle.
I took the elevator up several flights in the high security building then just knocked at my subject's door.
"Who are you?" he shouted from behind the door.
"Susan" I said, "we haven't met."
I saw his eye peering through the peep hole.
"How'd you get in this building?" he said through the closed door.
"I talked a guy into letting me in," I said.
When he finally opened he door a crack, the chain still hooked, I saw the gun. It was lowered.
He saw me look at it.
I said "Whoa, I'm just here to talk and I am on your side. Wouldya' mind putting that gun away? I'm unarmed"
He opened the door, grumbled "come in" and walked into another room and walked out gunless.
I showed him my ID, my state license.
And by the end of the interview, not only did I get every bit of info I needed out of him in my notes,
I got a signed statement
And.... he asked if I was married. lol.
All because I changed.
Instead of taking a strong, defensive posture, I chilled.
Now if he was a complete lunatic, I probably would be dead by now and not writing this.
Instead, I just received a call from him telling me to tell the attorneys to call him anytime they wish.
He also gave me more info pivotal to our case.
Thing is, I hadn't intended to blog this weekend.
I have way to much investigating to do in the 48 hours.
So I am racing through this post and I'm sure you will find typos everywhere.
However, I thought the point might be helpful to someone who finds their way to this blog.
No, you can not change others by telling them how to act.
Yes, you can change others by changing the way you act towards them.
It's not just the talk, but walking the talk.
That's what changes the world.
And that's why I am posting the song that follows this here.
I struggled putting Carrie Underwood and John Lennon on the same page.
It required a change in my thinking to do.
And it is done.
When I return to the blog, I will be able to see how many people read it, from where.
I will know whether my change....my decision to post today... after deciding not to post today last night, was wise.
Either way life is risk.
Some risks are worth taking.
And all risks involve change.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Stand by Them
Sometimes, all some people want is for someone to just stand by them.
Nothing more or less than that.
Just "stand by me."
It's not to much to ask in this often crazy and cruel unpredictable world.... is it?
I go into a stranger's house, I'm doing an investigation and more often than not, someone else is there.
A friend, a parent or two, grandparent, child, a beau, sibling, aunt , uncle, cousin, neighbor from downstairs. The guy next door.
I expect other people present when I am interviewing someone.
I am not the police, after all.
I am a Private Investigator.
An anomaly, a curiosity, an unknown.
And I deal with the public -- being a lot of injured people who are suspicious of a P.I. in their home.
I work on behalf of their attorneys.
I investigate their cases.
At the same time, as an independent contractor licensed by the state, I look out for the injured.
So it always helps to have a second set of ears in the room when you start talking about a case.
That's why the song "Stand By me" means so much to me.
I am always pleased when injured people have someone to stand by them.
I know it's hard...
really hard...
to stand by someone you love when you think they are losing it.
Or you know for a fact they have lost it.
Yet stand by them you must.
It is the only way we can all stand strong against the forces of nature and life that sometimes sweep us of our feet and knock our breath away.
Just know this:
When you stand by someone, you may have to move aside your value judgments for a while.
You may have to step away from criticism.
And you will have to bite your tongue. Literally.
Everyone's life is equally important.
No one's life is any greater than your own just because they have more money or things or people or prestige in it.
What matter, what really matters, is that you stand by someone... if only just once... to know how good it can feel.
The John Lennon version above is my favorite.
For so many reasons.
Nothing more or less than that.
Just "stand by me."
It's not to much to ask in this often crazy and cruel unpredictable world.... is it?
I go into a stranger's house, I'm doing an investigation and more often than not, someone else is there.
A friend, a parent or two, grandparent, child, a beau, sibling, aunt , uncle, cousin, neighbor from downstairs. The guy next door.
I expect other people present when I am interviewing someone.
I am not the police, after all.
I am a Private Investigator.
An anomaly, a curiosity, an unknown.
And I deal with the public -- being a lot of injured people who are suspicious of a P.I. in their home.
I work on behalf of their attorneys.
I investigate their cases.
At the same time, as an independent contractor licensed by the state, I look out for the injured.
So it always helps to have a second set of ears in the room when you start talking about a case.
That's why the song "Stand By me" means so much to me.
I am always pleased when injured people have someone to stand by them.
I know it's hard...
really hard...
to stand by someone you love when you think they are losing it.
Or you know for a fact they have lost it.
Yet stand by them you must.
It is the only way we can all stand strong against the forces of nature and life that sometimes sweep us of our feet and knock our breath away.
Just know this:
When you stand by someone, you may have to move aside your value judgments for a while.
You may have to step away from criticism.
And you will have to bite your tongue. Literally.
Everyone's life is equally important.
No one's life is any greater than your own just because they have more money or things or people or prestige in it.
What matter, what really matters, is that you stand by someone... if only just once... to know how good it can feel.
The John Lennon version above is my favorite.
For so many reasons.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
The light at the end of Charlie's tunnel is a train.
I will not hide this side of my personality.
I am a bit of a voyeur.
I think all P.I.'s are... or we'd be in another line of work.
I'm one of those people who slows down... who "rubbernecks"... at the scene of an accident.
If I hear a gunshot, or sound in the middle of the night, or I see a fight, or a drug deal going down, I observe.
I will listen at doors when people argue beyond any expectation of privacy.
I love to tune into loud conversations of others when I am alone at a coffee shop.
Yet even though I am an Investigator, I am primarily a watcher.
When I can help, I pitch in.When I can not, I step away and observe.
So lately the train wreck I have been enjoying watching is Charlie Sheen.
I know many blog readers are sick of this story by now.
I can't get enough it. And I'm not sure why.
It just says so much on so many levels...
about fame, fortune, chemical dependency, addiction, stardom, ego, narcissism, mental illness, delusion, media, self-destruction, money, mayhem, mania and madness.
So when my youngest daughter called me on the drive home tonight...
and told me to tune into a radio station because they were going to somehow get hold of the remaining Charlie Sheen tickets, unsold for his visit to Seattle, and have a public burning and it was a real hoot....
I was fascinated and mentioned what a great blog subject this would make.
After all, I am tired tonight and I couldn't tell an iota of the story the You Tube above this blog post could.
Now you have probably have seen bits and pieces of this interview before.
This is the full uncut version.
It was just uploaded to YouTube early this month.
The most recently uploaded uncensored, uncut version.
It'll take seven minutes out of your day...
and what you could learn could be more than you'd see in a year in psych classes.
The unraveling of a human being.
Just turn off your tv, turn this thing on, and bear witnesses to madness.
It really is a rare thing to see in such raw form.
Can't help but make you feel a little better about yourself, eh?
I am a bit of a voyeur.
I think all P.I.'s are... or we'd be in another line of work.
I'm one of those people who slows down... who "rubbernecks"... at the scene of an accident.
If I hear a gunshot, or sound in the middle of the night, or I see a fight, or a drug deal going down, I observe.
I will listen at doors when people argue beyond any expectation of privacy.
I love to tune into loud conversations of others when I am alone at a coffee shop.
Yet even though I am an Investigator, I am primarily a watcher.
When I can help, I pitch in.When I can not, I step away and observe.
So lately the train wreck I have been enjoying watching is Charlie Sheen.
I know many blog readers are sick of this story by now.
I can't get enough it. And I'm not sure why.
It just says so much on so many levels...
about fame, fortune, chemical dependency, addiction, stardom, ego, narcissism, mental illness, delusion, media, self-destruction, money, mayhem, mania and madness.
So when my youngest daughter called me on the drive home tonight...
and told me to tune into a radio station because they were going to somehow get hold of the remaining Charlie Sheen tickets, unsold for his visit to Seattle, and have a public burning and it was a real hoot....
I was fascinated and mentioned what a great blog subject this would make.
After all, I am tired tonight and I couldn't tell an iota of the story the You Tube above this blog post could.
Now you have probably have seen bits and pieces of this interview before.
This is the full uncut version.
It was just uploaded to YouTube early this month.
The most recently uploaded uncensored, uncut version.
It'll take seven minutes out of your day...
and what you could learn could be more than you'd see in a year in psych classes.
The unraveling of a human being.
Just turn off your tv, turn this thing on, and bear witnesses to madness.
It really is a rare thing to see in such raw form.
Can't help but make you feel a little better about yourself, eh?
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monster Fighters
I hope I am not starting a trend for myself here... however I woke up with yet another quote in my head.
"He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Nietzsche has been a big influence on my life for a whole lot of reasons I will spare you now.
Though the dude lived long before any of us.I imagine Nietzsche to be wildly brilliant with tremendous mood swings.
No doubt, very dark at times. No doubt, very daring.
In my mind's eye, I can see him brooding. I can see him writing.
I can see him observing.
His insight.... so many moons ago... into the human psyche and what drives us...
has driven me to live what some might describe a very Nietzsche-esque existence.
Though I must confess, I am not so much a follower.... as a student of Nietzsche.
And last night, as I was watched my close friend Roger, a fellow P.I. (and Investigation icon) in this area... teach the surveillance part of my class at the University last night, I imagined him to be Nietzsche.
Even though my friend looks more like Steven Segal and I imagine Nietzsche like a dark bearded version of Mr Rogers...
I could see the similarities in the path Roger has chosen for his life.
Very similar to a life of meaning that would do Nietzsche proud.
As I looked around the classroom last night and watched nearly 30 soon to be P.I's listening to Roger, studied my students studying the piles of equipment covering the floors, tables, a camera stuck to the wall....
I watched them absorb what surveillance is really like...
and wondered how many will choose surveillance as path of investigation.
Or sub-contract it out, as so many P.I.'s do,
10 hours, hot vehicle... no movement, music, fun and games.
"Gets to be about 120 degrees inside" Roger said to the students.
"And you can be sure the minute you turn your head, for maybe five seconds, that's when your subject is gone."
"Do you have an air conditioner?" someone asked.
"Yep!" Roger replied, reaching forward to the pile of stuff he and several students hauled from his vehicle to our classroom.
"This little baby right here" he said as he lifted up a small white box and showed it to the students... "Takes ice, or you can even plug it into your car here. And then it brings the temperature down to 110 degrees."
Roger talked about crawling through the mud along the side of the road.
Where to sit, where to position equipment and what lights to cover on your camera.
What is legal and not legal to do.
He showed the students how many different props and clothes he carries with him.
His hats, construction vests, camo and rich man gear.
He poured water on his head, rubbed his straight hair to a curly look with his fingers and pulled off his shirt to reveal another, darker shirt underneath.
"See how quickly I become someone else" he said.
I watched the students watching how quickly he changed his looks.
He talked about tinted windows and how to handle police and curious neighbors.
It was packed into three hours that flew by so fast I am still there, in that classroom now.
My last glimpse on exiting, was several students helping Roger pack and load his gear and carry it back to his car.
I felt so badly having to run to.... and through.... that parking garage, leaving them behind....
however, there was but one ferry I could catch and hope to make it home before midnight.
I have to hit the road again shortly.
It just doesn't stop.
Until the work stops.
Then you just want it all to start again.
Such is the life of the self-employed P.I..
So today, is going to be one of those very Nietzche-esque days for me.
While I have one fairly tragic accident to investigate, I also have to look for... or into... the eyes of few monsters.
One must be found, one must be watched, one exposed and another hopefully arrested.... and we must do all that without becoming monsters ourselves.
We licensed P.I.'s,... the ones who take our jobs seriously...
we follow the letter of the law to a T. And we dot our I's.
The key is knowing the laws.... local, state and Federal.
And knowing you don't have to become the monster, to contain the monster.
Yet you do have to think like him (or her) to sneak up on him and catch him before he catches little Hansel or Gretel in his trap.
This post is for you...
you, who somehow found your way to this little blog....
and for Roger.
It's my way of saying thank you Roger, for teaching my students last night what a true P.I is.
It's my way of saying thank you Roger, for teaching my students last night what a true P.I is.
We are not TV shows or movies.
We are not graphic novels and mystery books.
We are real, compassionate, odd, bright, talented, multi-layered, multi-tasking, multi-fasceted professionals with amazing insight into the human psyche.
We can help save your life, business, or help bring someone bad down.
If if you are deluding yourself, we're likely to be the first to call you on it.
Which is why many of us prefer to keep a low profile, to keep our adversaries at bay.
We can help save your life, business, or help bring someone bad down.
If if you are deluding yourself, we're likely to be the first to call you on it.
Which is why many of us prefer to keep a low profile, to keep our adversaries at bay.
We can be funny, elusive, invisible, or right in your face confrontational.
You might love us, you might hate us.
We are however, all about the truth.
We must be flexible, adaptable, inventive, philosophical and ingenious.
Most of all... we must be like Roger.
We must walk the talk.
Do our jobs.
And carry on.
Whatever you do today.... may you make it through this day feeling better than when you started it.
That happens when you break out of your comfort zone and look into the eyes of monsters outside yourself. Or the monsters within.
Don't just push the envelope, eliminate the envelope.
See no barriers there.
See no barriers there.
Be daring, be bold, attempt what you believe to be the impossible.
Today... do Neitzsche... and Roger... and me.... proud.
You'll feel about yourself just for doing something.... courageous.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Love: "The Ultimate Outlaw"
This is my man's favorite quote.
It's by Tom Robbins.
I remember he read it to me on one of our first dates, then gave me the book with the quote marked:
I had to read it a couple of times to get it. I got it. And how true it is 11 years later.
I put the quote on my Facebook wall this morning for about a minute, then changed my mind and took it down. It had to be addressed further here.
Because the way I see it, and this is my own on-the-fly statistical guess:
Half this planet is single, half has a partner.
The ones who are single, may or may not want a partner.
The ones who have a partner, may or may not want to be single: being free, with no one to answer to.
And I want to offend no one by implying that going through life with a partner is any better than going it solo.
While I am loathe to add a second quote to this blog post by an author unknown, it is necessary to make my point before I hit the road for a very busy day.
"Love is a fire. Whether it will warm your heart or burn your house down, you can never tell."
Evidently, today this blogger has love on the brain at the moment.
Familial love. Love for kids, siblings, friends. Love for my man.
Love for my canines tough little Bubba and his big bro Zen.
And love for my fellow investigators and students who have become allies.
We watch each others back, guide each other through storms.
And yet... beyond that, I think about love on a more professional level, because love gone bad is someone done wrong, and that is good for the justice business.
In fact, the criminal justice system's wheels run well-fueled by the blood-red grease of love gone bad under its tracks.
I am working a few cases this week that involve love gone bad... big-time.
One ended in murder
I also got a new one yesterday, a criminal case that involves the love of drugs and the envy/desire of others men's things.
If some people can't buy what they want, they steal or destroy it.
I don't mean to sound presumptuous, however, I think I am an expert on love and all things associated with it.
Not only are domestic cases the bread and butter of private investigation,
I have had two marriages.
The first was necessary to produce the two girls I so love.
The second was necessary so I could learn to love myself. This one leaves me feeling blessed, strong and on course, steady ahead.
Yet more of my friends than not are single.
And some of the single ones are happier than the married ones.
Investigators will tell you, the things that first attract you to a person in the beginning....
are the the things that will most repel you later on.
In other words... what draws you to a person in the beginning....
could ultimately be a trigger to disagreements...
or worse... fights, violence, separation, divorce, murder.
That's why I am of the personal and professional opinion...
it is crucial no couple seal the bond, sign that marriage certificate, co-mingle the finances, create babies until they've endured a few good fights.
Duking it out is the true test of a relationship.
It's when people fight, you know what the dark side of your opponent looks like.
Through disagreement, you learn if you can hold your ground. Or have it pulled out beneath you.
You learn if you can resolve conflict, learn from it and carry on.
And you know whether it is safe for you to stick around.
In my opinion, fights can be many things.
They can be powerful cement that bond a relationship for life...
They can be more explosive, like dynamite...
Or more subtle, like slow-acting poison.
Of course, I will be the first to admit, I walk on the dark side.
I don't live there.... I dwell in the light.
However, I work in the dark.
I hang in the shadow lands.
It's how we P.I.'s roll.
What I see behind and beyond closed doors...
what I read in case files...
what I hear from victims and criminals...
has given me enough to confidence to say I know a thing or two about life, love and death.
So today, let me tell you this.
In these very difficult economic times, please be ever vigilant.
People are stealing money from people they allegedly love, right and left.
Beyond that, people are using and abusing each other, climbing over each other like drowning people, one hoping to stay afloat at the expense of the other.
These are indeed very dangerous economic times.
I write this not to be a bummer...
more to be one of those "Reduce Speed" "Sharp Curve Ahead" signs.
Or better said, "No Shoulder. Dangerous Drop"
A P.I.'s job is not that of the police, which is to protect and serve all.
P.I.'s are here for a number of reasons.
We do protect, we do serve... selectively.
We also do a lot of damage control.
We recoup economic losses.
We work with people who help the injured to heal.
We uncover beasts hidden in children's closets.
We expose wolves in sheep's clothing.
So when you love someone new... move slowly.
Cautiously.
Be ever vigilant.
And have NO expectations of that other person "fulfilling" you. That is a myth.
Everyone brings blessings and burdens to a new friendship or relationship.
In my opinion, its best to check out the burdens before you let allow what you perceive as a blessing in your life.
It's by Tom Robbins.
I remember he read it to me on one of our first dates, then gave me the book with the quote marked:
I had to read it a couple of times to get it. I got it. And how true it is 11 years later.
I put the quote on my Facebook wall this morning for about a minute, then changed my mind and took it down. It had to be addressed further here.
Because the way I see it, and this is my own on-the-fly statistical guess:
Half this planet is single, half has a partner.
The ones who are single, may or may not want a partner.
The ones who have a partner, may or may not want to be single: being free, with no one to answer to.
And I want to offend no one by implying that going through life with a partner is any better than going it solo.
While I am loathe to add a second quote to this blog post by an author unknown, it is necessary to make my point before I hit the road for a very busy day.
"Love is a fire. Whether it will warm your heart or burn your house down, you can never tell."
Evidently, today this blogger has love on the brain at the moment.
Familial love. Love for kids, siblings, friends. Love for my man.
Love for my canines tough little Bubba and his big bro Zen.
And love for my fellow investigators and students who have become allies.
We watch each others back, guide each other through storms.
And yet... beyond that, I think about love on a more professional level, because love gone bad is someone done wrong, and that is good for the justice business.
In fact, the criminal justice system's wheels run well-fueled by the blood-red grease of love gone bad under its tracks.
I am working a few cases this week that involve love gone bad... big-time.
One ended in murder
I also got a new one yesterday, a criminal case that involves the love of drugs and the envy/desire of others men's things.
If some people can't buy what they want, they steal or destroy it.
I don't mean to sound presumptuous, however, I think I am an expert on love and all things associated with it.
Not only are domestic cases the bread and butter of private investigation,
I have had two marriages.
The first was necessary to produce the two girls I so love.
The second was necessary so I could learn to love myself. This one leaves me feeling blessed, strong and on course, steady ahead.
Yet more of my friends than not are single.
And some of the single ones are happier than the married ones.
Investigators will tell you, the things that first attract you to a person in the beginning....
are the the things that will most repel you later on.
In other words... what draws you to a person in the beginning....
could ultimately be a trigger to disagreements...
or worse... fights, violence, separation, divorce, murder.
That's why I am of the personal and professional opinion...
it is crucial no couple seal the bond, sign that marriage certificate, co-mingle the finances, create babies until they've endured a few good fights.
Duking it out is the true test of a relationship.
It's when people fight, you know what the dark side of your opponent looks like.
Through disagreement, you learn if you can hold your ground. Or have it pulled out beneath you.
You learn if you can resolve conflict, learn from it and carry on.
And you know whether it is safe for you to stick around.
In my opinion, fights can be many things.
They can be powerful cement that bond a relationship for life...
They can be more explosive, like dynamite...
Or more subtle, like slow-acting poison.
Of course, I will be the first to admit, I walk on the dark side.
I don't live there.... I dwell in the light.
However, I work in the dark.
I hang in the shadow lands.
It's how we P.I.'s roll.
What I see behind and beyond closed doors...
what I read in case files...
what I hear from victims and criminals...
has given me enough to confidence to say I know a thing or two about life, love and death.
So today, let me tell you this.
In these very difficult economic times, please be ever vigilant.
People are stealing money from people they allegedly love, right and left.
Beyond that, people are using and abusing each other, climbing over each other like drowning people, one hoping to stay afloat at the expense of the other.
These are indeed very dangerous economic times.
I write this not to be a bummer...
more to be one of those "Reduce Speed" "Sharp Curve Ahead" signs.
Or better said, "No Shoulder. Dangerous Drop"
A P.I.'s job is not that of the police, which is to protect and serve all.
P.I.'s are here for a number of reasons.
We do protect, we do serve... selectively.
We also do a lot of damage control.
We recoup economic losses.
We work with people who help the injured to heal.
We uncover beasts hidden in children's closets.
We expose wolves in sheep's clothing.
So when you love someone new... move slowly.
Cautiously.
Be ever vigilant.
And have NO expectations of that other person "fulfilling" you. That is a myth.
Everyone brings blessings and burdens to a new friendship or relationship.
In my opinion, its best to check out the burdens before you let allow what you perceive as a blessing in your life.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
RE: Epic Easter Rap Battle ( See Below)
This is a blog drive-by to wish all here a Happy Easter, Passover, whatever holiday floats your boat.
Those who know me know.... know I have a warped sense of humor.
I might venture to say most P.I.'s do.
We see so much aberrant behavior and so much darkness on a daily basis, it's hard not to look for humor in things.
Particularly the commercialism of certain holidays.
The epic rap battle that follows has offensive language in it, though I doubt there's anything in it you haven't heard before.
Regardless, if you find sexual innuendo offensive...if you are homophobic... or bunnyphobic... do not push "play."
Meantime, despite the holiday, this P.I. has cases to write up for clients in hospital beds.
Cases I must address on behalf of clients under cold dark ground, with no promise of resurrection... just a family's hope for justice.
Yesterday, for instance, I received a call from a mother, a client of mine, who believes her 26 yr old daughter was murdered by her boyfriend. The police believe it was suicide. I will be the one who will decide if there is enough reasonable doubt and viable evidence here to ask the police to reopen the case.
So the dead woman's mother, my client, received the entire police file yesterday in the mail, including police report, crime scene and autopsy photos of her daughter. She wanted me to meet her at a local market where she was going Easter shopping and hand the unopened manila envelope to me because it was too upsetting for her to have.
She said she could not have it in her home on Easter, the first without her daughter.
She wanted me to be the one who opens it up, studies the pictures, assesses cause of death.
And then tell her what I have seen.
The envelope sits in a pile beside me now.... waiting its turn.
First, there are cases that must be written up, the ones I must deliver to the attorneys by 8:30 am tomorrow.
The sooner I get these cases to attorneys... the sooner the attorneys who work for the injured can contact the insurance companies, which open at 9:00... to get those insurance companies to release the fund to the facilities and staff who treat the injured.
Meantime, I exit with the hope you enjoy this epic rap battle.
If not, better to ask forgiveness than permission...right?
Those who know me know.... know I have a warped sense of humor.
I might venture to say most P.I.'s do.
We see so much aberrant behavior and so much darkness on a daily basis, it's hard not to look for humor in things.
Particularly the commercialism of certain holidays.
The epic rap battle that follows has offensive language in it, though I doubt there's anything in it you haven't heard before.
Regardless, if you find sexual innuendo offensive...if you are homophobic... or bunnyphobic... do not push "play."
Meantime, despite the holiday, this P.I. has cases to write up for clients in hospital beds.
Cases I must address on behalf of clients under cold dark ground, with no promise of resurrection... just a family's hope for justice.
Yesterday, for instance, I received a call from a mother, a client of mine, who believes her 26 yr old daughter was murdered by her boyfriend. The police believe it was suicide. I will be the one who will decide if there is enough reasonable doubt and viable evidence here to ask the police to reopen the case.
So the dead woman's mother, my client, received the entire police file yesterday in the mail, including police report, crime scene and autopsy photos of her daughter. She wanted me to meet her at a local market where she was going Easter shopping and hand the unopened manila envelope to me because it was too upsetting for her to have.
She said she could not have it in her home on Easter, the first without her daughter.
She wanted me to be the one who opens it up, studies the pictures, assesses cause of death.
And then tell her what I have seen.
The envelope sits in a pile beside me now.... waiting its turn.
First, there are cases that must be written up, the ones I must deliver to the attorneys by 8:30 am tomorrow.
The sooner I get these cases to attorneys... the sooner the attorneys who work for the injured can contact the insurance companies, which open at 9:00... to get those insurance companies to release the fund to the facilities and staff who treat the injured.
Meantime, I exit with the hope you enjoy this epic rap battle.
If not, better to ask forgiveness than permission...right?
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Rub-A-Dub-Dub: Snorting Salts from the Tub
I've written about this subject before. Many blogs ago.
However, the subject came back to mind today as some one told me about concern for her son who was in the hospital for snorting bath salts.
Yes... bath salts.
The powdery, salt-like stuff you sprinkle in your bath tub, under the faucet, as the water fills.
The way it's suppose to work, you sink into your salted bath tub and all the stress is sucked out of you.
I suppose, in the tub, some soakers call bath salts bliss.
Bath Salt Snorters also call bath salt "bliss" because of the buzz.
Another street name for bath salts is "ivory wave."
You can buy it in its own little tin, it's perfectly legal and and perfectly destructive.
I've been told its a meth-like high that last for days.
And like meth, its effects are physically and psychologically devastating.
Never ceases to amaze me what people will do to get high.... when in fact, high is such an illusion/delusion.
It's better to roll with the punches, go with the flow, feel the pain, experience the gain and get through life with your head clear.
Because it's hard enough to survive this crazy life with a fully operative brain.
You're at a real disadvantage when you move through this altered world in an altered state.
I get that people are in psychological, physical, emotional pain.
I get that drugs legitimately help some, actually so many -- both legal and illegal.
What I don't get are some of the drugs of choice people choose.
However, narrowing the focus a bit...
Bath Salts?
Are you kidding me?
They are psychoactive chemicals, they alter brain chemistry and no one knows why or how.
They are addictive, dangerous, yet legally accessible to minors and currently as trendy as Ecstacy was in its hey-day.
We ony get one shot at this existence called life.
Adding bath salts to your nasal cavity and brain doesn't help matters.
Mostly this is running rampant among kids,
However an older generation is moving in as well.
Besides the You Tube below, here's a link to article about bath salts if you'd like to investigate this one further.
http://www.abcactionnews.com/dpp/news/region_tampa/Known-as-Bliss-or-Ivory-Wave-legal-bath-salts-are-used-for-dangerous-high
Meantime, might be a good idea to leave baths salts out of guest baskets.
However, the subject came back to mind today as some one told me about concern for her son who was in the hospital for snorting bath salts.
Yes... bath salts.
The powdery, salt-like stuff you sprinkle in your bath tub, under the faucet, as the water fills.
The way it's suppose to work, you sink into your salted bath tub and all the stress is sucked out of you.
I suppose, in the tub, some soakers call bath salts bliss.
Bath Salt Snorters also call bath salt "bliss" because of the buzz.
Another street name for bath salts is "ivory wave."
You can buy it in its own little tin, it's perfectly legal and and perfectly destructive.
I've been told its a meth-like high that last for days.
And like meth, its effects are physically and psychologically devastating.
Never ceases to amaze me what people will do to get high.... when in fact, high is such an illusion/delusion.
It's better to roll with the punches, go with the flow, feel the pain, experience the gain and get through life with your head clear.
Because it's hard enough to survive this crazy life with a fully operative brain.
You're at a real disadvantage when you move through this altered world in an altered state.
I get that people are in psychological, physical, emotional pain.
I get that drugs legitimately help some, actually so many -- both legal and illegal.
What I don't get are some of the drugs of choice people choose.
However, narrowing the focus a bit...
Bath Salts?
Are you kidding me?
They are psychoactive chemicals, they alter brain chemistry and no one knows why or how.
They are addictive, dangerous, yet legally accessible to minors and currently as trendy as Ecstacy was in its hey-day.
We ony get one shot at this existence called life.
Adding bath salts to your nasal cavity and brain doesn't help matters.
Mostly this is running rampant among kids,
However an older generation is moving in as well.
Besides the You Tube below, here's a link to article about bath salts if you'd like to investigate this one further.
http://www.abcactionnews.com/dpp/news/region_tampa/Known-as-Bliss-or-Ivory-Wave-legal-bath-salts-are-used-for-dangerous-high
Meantime, might be a good idea to leave baths salts out of guest baskets.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Crystal Mangum in Lockdown For Murder.
Crystal Mangum.
If the name sounds familiar you, it may merely be because it's got that alcoholic, or gun-slinging ring to it.
Or maybe you remember her as the woman who tried to kill the careers of some young Lacrosse players at Duke University by accusing them of rape.
Her false allegations... and the actions of an overzealous prosecutor feeding on a media frenzy.... caused a world of hurt for the innocent young men, their families, the University.
The accused were acquitted.
The prosecutor's career took a nose dive.
And now it appears Ms. Crystal Mangum has been completely flipped her cork.
She's been accused of murdering her boyfriend Reginald Daye.
What drove this girl to such destructive acts is beyond my ability to comprehend at the moment.
I have plenty of theories though.
They run the gamut to childhood neglect and a desperate need for media attention; to mental illness and an inability to survive on her own... all punctuated by a festering anger that grew into acts of mayhem, madness and murder.
All under the glare of the media spotlight.
At this point the how's are obvious.
It's the why's that always fascinate me.
Here's a link to the story, "Crystal Mangum Indicted for Boyfriend's Murder" by
You draw your own conclusions.
The jury is still out on mine.
http://www.newsobserver.com/2011/04/18/1138586/crystal-mangum-indicted-for-boyfriends.html
If the name sounds familiar you, it may merely be because it's got that alcoholic, or gun-slinging ring to it.
Or maybe you remember her as the woman who tried to kill the careers of some young Lacrosse players at Duke University by accusing them of rape.
Her false allegations... and the actions of an overzealous prosecutor feeding on a media frenzy.... caused a world of hurt for the innocent young men, their families, the University.
The accused were acquitted.
The prosecutor's career took a nose dive.And now it appears Ms. Crystal Mangum has been completely flipped her cork.
She's been accused of murdering her boyfriend Reginald Daye.
What drove this girl to such destructive acts is beyond my ability to comprehend at the moment.
I have plenty of theories though.
They run the gamut to childhood neglect and a desperate need for media attention; to mental illness and an inability to survive on her own... all punctuated by a festering anger that grew into acts of mayhem, madness and murder.
All under the glare of the media spotlight.
At this point the how's are obvious.
It's the why's that always fascinate me.
Here's a link to the story, "Crystal Mangum Indicted for Boyfriend's Murder" by
You draw your own conclusions.
The jury is still out on mine.
http://www.newsobserver.com/2011/04/18/1138586/crystal-mangum-indicted-for-boyfriends.html
Monday, April 18, 2011
Today The Wind Shifts
I feel a change in the wind. I suspect you feel it too.
Before I head out on the evening's rounds, may I say... "Go with it."
Being: Go with the "Wind of Change"
Flow with it.
Become the person you wish to be.
Be the change you wish to see in this crazy universe of ours.
Let your weaknesses guide you to your strengths...
Let the Wind Of Change carry you to a different you, a new you.... a kinder, gentler, more positive you who finds a way past the walls others have either built around you. Or you have built around others.
When people are frustrated, angry, upset...
they tend to throw bricks.
The wise man is the one who "takes the bricks thrown at him by others and builds foundations beneath them"
The impossible is only possible... provided you believe its posssible.
Sadly, I think some choose to dwell in the negative shadowlands...
they stagnate in their own juices.
These are the people who I choose to avoid...
especially when they choose to avoid me.
When they do lash out, take offense at my defense of someone or some principle -- I want to respond to their abuse in kind.
And at times I do...
though my written words are always measured by what I call the "boomerang effect":
will those words I emailed or sent... come back to haunt me?
Would the statement I made in my or someone else's defense... placed under the possible scrutiny of a jury, or worse... my mother.... reflect an over-all decent human being?
I usually show or read any nasty emails I write to an adversary, to a second party before I send them.
Often I hold onto them for 24-48 hours.
Acting on impulse, pushing "send" to soon, is like putting a gun to your foot and pulling the trigger.
My direct and closely scrutinized/edited emails, are my version of a missile launch -- a targeted, direct act of defense designed to protect someone smaller, younger, perhaps weaker physically, than the bully.
I will also go to email war to protect the disabled, the elderly, the more fragile, feeble or afraid...
from someone predatory.
Either way I will be the first to admit.... I do butt in to defend underdogs.
I am not an easy opponent. As an Investigator, I can prove who said what and when.
Still, I do suffer the consequences, the bruises and lumps, for my intrusion...
though they are well worth it.
To all of you out there who stand up against people who are trying to prove themselves right and you wrong...
To those who are called names...
and psychologically diagnosed by rank amateurs...
I say, "Hold your ground!"
And if you need help, rally it.
The good news is...
Most good people will always circle their wagons around the light of truth.
Oppressive regimes, the ones that shut you out, denegrate you, build barriers to block you out...
insult your intelligence and free speech...
these regimes have and will be overcome.
Revolution is in the air.
Today, I am all about the Wind of Change.
Before I head out on the evening's rounds, may I say... "Go with it."
Being: Go with the "Wind of Change"
Flow with it.
Become the person you wish to be.
Be the change you wish to see in this crazy universe of ours.
Let your weaknesses guide you to your strengths...
Let the Wind Of Change carry you to a different you, a new you.... a kinder, gentler, more positive you who finds a way past the walls others have either built around you. Or you have built around others.
When people are frustrated, angry, upset...
they tend to throw bricks.
The wise man is the one who "takes the bricks thrown at him by others and builds foundations beneath them"
The impossible is only possible... provided you believe its posssible.
Sadly, I think some choose to dwell in the negative shadowlands...
they stagnate in their own juices.
These are the people who I choose to avoid...
especially when they choose to avoid me.
When they do lash out, take offense at my defense of someone or some principle -- I want to respond to their abuse in kind.
And at times I do...
though my written words are always measured by what I call the "boomerang effect":
will those words I emailed or sent... come back to haunt me?
Would the statement I made in my or someone else's defense... placed under the possible scrutiny of a jury, or worse... my mother.... reflect an over-all decent human being?
I usually show or read any nasty emails I write to an adversary, to a second party before I send them.
Often I hold onto them for 24-48 hours.
Acting on impulse, pushing "send" to soon, is like putting a gun to your foot and pulling the trigger.
My direct and closely scrutinized/edited emails, are my version of a missile launch -- a targeted, direct act of defense designed to protect someone smaller, younger, perhaps weaker physically, than the bully.
I will also go to email war to protect the disabled, the elderly, the more fragile, feeble or afraid...
from someone predatory.
Either way I will be the first to admit.... I do butt in to defend underdogs.
I am not an easy opponent. As an Investigator, I can prove who said what and when.
Still, I do suffer the consequences, the bruises and lumps, for my intrusion...
though they are well worth it.
To all of you out there who stand up against people who are trying to prove themselves right and you wrong...
To those who are called names...
and psychologically diagnosed by rank amateurs...
I say, "Hold your ground!"
And if you need help, rally it.
The good news is...
Most good people will always circle their wagons around the light of truth.
Oppressive regimes, the ones that shut you out, denegrate you, build barriers to block you out...
insult your intelligence and free speech...
these regimes have and will be overcome.
Revolution is in the air.
Today, I am all about the Wind of Change.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Unfixable
I have learned a valuable lesson this weekend.
It was a lesson taught to me by repeated and methodical adversity.
Like banging your head against the same wall not one but three times.
And then being surprised that it hurt.
I knew I was walking across a bed of red hot coals barefoot.
I knew better.
Or thought I did.
Somehow I believed I could walk across those coals to bring about a change.
My goal was to build a bridge.
Someone burned it down.
I tried to build another bridge.
That too was burned down.
I figured third time had to be a charm.
Wrong!
Burned... big-time.
Third time wasn't a charm, more like a three-alarm.
And that's when the Cold Play Song below entered my mind.
I felt compelled to pull it up.
I think it says more about what people think when they are saddened by the actions of others...
or their own actions...
than I could ever write in a blog.
I have learned we can not fix other people.
They can only fix themselves.
And only if they want to.
It was a lesson taught to me by repeated and methodical adversity.
Like banging your head against the same wall not one but three times.
And then being surprised that it hurt.
I knew I was walking across a bed of red hot coals barefoot.
I knew better.
Or thought I did.
Somehow I believed I could walk across those coals to bring about a change.
My goal was to build a bridge.
Someone burned it down.
I tried to build another bridge.
That too was burned down.
I figured third time had to be a charm.
Wrong!
Burned... big-time.
Third time wasn't a charm, more like a three-alarm.
And that's when the Cold Play Song below entered my mind.
I felt compelled to pull it up.
I think it says more about what people think when they are saddened by the actions of others...
or their own actions...
than I could ever write in a blog.
I have learned we can not fix other people.
They can only fix themselves.
And only if they want to.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Why Mothers Kill. Most Recent Update from the Associated Press
A few hours before I began writing this blog, The A.P. posted the story linked below.
It's called "Moms killing kids not rarely as rare as we think"
After reading it... I thought, how could I not post here, today...before I begin my rounds... and given the subject at hand?
I used to work at one of the Public Defender agencies in the Seattle area.
Among my many assignments, I was the Investigator assigned to defend a baby killer.
That case....
and one other, the defense of a cop killer....
are the reason I one day walked into my supervisor's office at Public Defender.
I said, "I can't do this anymore."
I simply stepped away.
Now, I represent injured victims, just as an injury investigator might work for like the little boy who lived through what his mother did in the ice cold Hudson River.
I hope a responsible adult will find good attorney to get the little boy a settlement from the car's insurance company.
The insurance company will no doubt deny the claim because, they will claim in was not an accident, rather a criminal act.
Still, a good attorney and a good jury, might be able to overcome that argument.A civil settlement may pay for the lone surviving child's college education.
And immediate therapy.
Not only witnessing the murder of your siblings...
but surviving a murder attempt by that same mother...
to have the last visual memory of your mom being you, slipping out a window while your mom's hand tries to pull you back into a sinking care where your brothers and sisters (I suspect) scream in terror...
it has altered that little boy world beyond anyone's capacity to comprehend it.
Why do mother's kill?
A whole lot of reasons.
I think they are best stated in this link:
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gVXK2SibXSYQpoJ32q6YM53KDbuw?docId=8eb34a5fb4f9425d883e5907aea30ff9
It's called "Moms killing kids not rarely as rare as we think"
After reading it... I thought, how could I not post here, today...before I begin my rounds... and given the subject at hand?
I used to work at one of the Public Defender agencies in the Seattle area.
Among my many assignments, I was the Investigator assigned to defend a baby killer.
That case....
and one other, the defense of a cop killer....
are the reason I one day walked into my supervisor's office at Public Defender.
I said, "I can't do this anymore."
I simply stepped away.
Now, I represent injured victims, just as an injury investigator might work for like the little boy who lived through what his mother did in the ice cold Hudson River.
I hope a responsible adult will find good attorney to get the little boy a settlement from the car's insurance company.
The insurance company will no doubt deny the claim because, they will claim in was not an accident, rather a criminal act.
Still, a good attorney and a good jury, might be able to overcome that argument.A civil settlement may pay for the lone surviving child's college education.
And immediate therapy.
Not only witnessing the murder of your siblings...
but surviving a murder attempt by that same mother...
to have the last visual memory of your mom being you, slipping out a window while your mom's hand tries to pull you back into a sinking care where your brothers and sisters (I suspect) scream in terror...
it has altered that little boy world beyond anyone's capacity to comprehend it.
Why do mother's kill?
A whole lot of reasons.
I think they are best stated in this link:
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gVXK2SibXSYQpoJ32q6YM53KDbuw?docId=8eb34a5fb4f9425d883e5907aea30ff9
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