My Name Is Ryan.
I Am An Addict.
Dun for in every way.
Through the tube.
Out the shoot.
Gone Betty Gone.
My unfortunate legacy.
If all that was not enough, throw into this Diabetic Waiting Nitemare 2 packs of Rollies and a box of Whoppers.
Yet.
I can not put on a pound to save my life. Forget that I am consuming any where from 4 boxes of Nips a day. Now I've been condemned to Whoppers and Rollies.
I eat this sugar death all nite long in my much disturbed sleep.
I was not sure what my broken condition was yesterday regarding my out of the normal lethargic state of mind. Then it hit me. I was Jone-sing sweets as I had completely run out of my sugary death.
Down to Walgreen's I headed.
Bought the store.
In fact enough to even give away some to TBGNS (The Beautiful Girl Next Store).
To say I was in like Flynn is a cyclopean understatement.
Oh Yeah.
The bottom line regarding all this hyper assent into sweets is taking to the recovery highway starting today.
I truly hope that a 911 call is not in order.
Sun Trust Bank.
Licensed Thieves on The Maximum Level.
Where I am coming from is a T.V. Newz Broadcast yesterday evening talked about how Sun Trust bank stole this persons money and as well how Sun Trust is being investigated by The Fed's.
SunTrust Probed on Fannie Dealings - MarketWatch
www.marketwatch.com/.../suntrust-is-probed-on-dealings-..SunTrust says could face substantial penalties in mortgage ...
www.reuters.com/.../suntrustbanks-mortgage-idUSL3N0LU1OMUSDOJ: Justice Department Reaches $21 Million ...
www.stopfraud.gov › NewsMy experience with Sun Trust Bank was Seemingly innocent. In fact my personal savings account of 25 years. My retirement as it were. No one except me and Sun Trust even knew this account existed.
(I want to apologize at this time for the Italics. Just Blogger Fucking up as usual AGAIN. Really. The absolute worst blog medium out there. I'm being kind. But it is a daily struggle with this program Yo. Blogger. Instead of concerning yourselves with your candy ass ad's that you do not even pay on. How Bout trying to make this blog site user friendly. God Forbid. Google You Suck).
In fact this was the beginning of a story that my friends so want me to write. Maybe. Some day.
Today I will give you just a peak.
I was up in Flagstaff, Az. visiting a friend. Veronica.
I had just completed a job for a client. Content and Web Redesign.
I was in downtown Flag, across from the train station on Route 66. I hit my Droid for the bank, Sun Trust to see if the deposit had hit. Following is the conversation with customer service.
The mystery for me at that point, that day, was why was I speaking with a live agent and not the automated que.
"Hello Mr. Donovan".
"Uhmm. Is this the automated"
"No Mr. Donovan. My Name Is Shatrinka"
"Good Afternoon Shatreeka".
"No Mr. Donovan. My name is not Shatreeka. My name is Shatrinka".
"Oh. O.K. Shantrinka. I am calling to get my balance and to see if a $3600.00 direct deposit has hit".
"Mr. Donovan. You need to say my name right. Shatrinka".
"Shantrina, what is my balance"?
"MR. DONOVAN . You WILL get my name right".
"Young Lady. Your demeanor is absolutely unacceptable. You are employed by one of the largest banks in this country. A bank that I have been doing business with for 25 years. So Young Lady, please find the Dictum and Decoram of a person who is employed by one of the largest banks in this country".
"SHATRINKA. That is how you say my name".
"Honestly, Shantreeka, Shantrinka, Shatfuckurmamma. I do not give two shitz or three fast flying fuckz how in the hell you pronounce your fuckin name".
I know. I know. My bad. Marine Corp Officer mouth got the best of me. Oh well. Just another day in hell.
"You are a rude fuckin Cracker Mr. Donovan".
"Huh. Tehh. I want to speak to your manager. Now. This is unacceptable behaivor. Transfer this call".
"FUCK YOU CRACKER". Click. Call gone.
Standing there on a corner in Flagstaff Arizona, I repeated several times to myself, Fuck me Cracker Huh.
I walked across the street to the train station.
I drew out my bank card. Hit Mr. Droid. Waited for the automated to come on line. Caught the prompt to enter my bank account number.
"The number you entered is invalid. Account does not exist".
I removed my glasses from my back jeans pocket. Hit Mr. Droid. Entered my bank number for the second time.
"The number you entered is invalid. Account does not exist".
I repeated this process 4 more times only to hear the same recording. On the 7th attempt the recording informed me that I was not able to make this call from that number.
"Goodbye".
Needless to say my Stacks($), a VERY considerable amount was gone.
This event started the most amazing part of my life. Actually all pretty cool.
And yes I did go to a local office here in the Desert to be told by a bank president;
"No problem Mr. Donovan. See you in court". Was this fat, bloated, constipated, Sun Trust Banker' reply.
This ass holes only saving grace was that I have never been arrested in my life for anything.
My background glows a stellar squeaky clean radiance.
I wasn't going to prison for murder at that point in time.
So, in true Swamp fashion.
FUCK YOU SUN TRUST BANK AND ALL YOUR HOE MAMMA BANK EMPLOYEES AROUND DA WORLD
Seemingly. Ya All getting ready to be brought down. There is a God.
Last but not least.
Bill Cunningham.
Representing last nite on Hannity.
I wish I could get your radio show here in the desert.
You certainty standing tall Sir.
Regarding Boko Haram.
I wrote about these insane murderers 2013 March.
I'm a beat up old man.
Literally a nobody.
Yet I was fully aware of Boka Haram over a year ago. Somewhere I have that dayz blog due to the kindness of a fan here in town that prints out my stories from WordPress Dot Com that have vanished into the thin.
At any rate, it is now over a year later that the Bought and Sold Newz in this country has tripped over Boka Haram.
My resolve, as I penned the other day is, French Special Forces. They are more than acclimated with Nigeria and the terrain.
This is a big fat non of ours. Let Europe do one Fuckin Thing On Their Own.
At this point in time I am starting to experience the hell of sugar withdrawal.
Gotta Go.
Someone.
Anyone.
Pleeze Pray For My Recovering Sugar Addicted Ass.
Ryan. Out
