I know Jared (the former Secret Service agent with whom I went to school) wants this subject left alone, but I wanted to repost this comment on a post on my blog:

All of you idiots who do not know anything about the legal system should shut the hell up. Jared took a plea to avoid a trial and potentially a long sentence. The original charges carried a max of 20-30 yrs so what he got was nothing compared to what he could have.

Besides it was disclosed that the lady signed the will but Jared only added the notary page when it was discovered it was missing AFTER her death. The benneficiary (her fiance) recieved the proceeds of the estate NOT Jared. It was not right that he added the notary page, but he did carry out the wishes of the deceased woman.

Addmitting that he doctored the estate documents is still considered by the law as forgery - but obviously completly different than if he actually made the whole thing up from scratch.

To the post of the suposed sister - why would you allow him to handle the funeral aragements if you were suposedly so close to your sister? It was made clear you and your family were not involved in her life and were considered estranged. You new the beneficiary had recieved money from an accident and those were the funds used to pay Jared back for the funeral costs...what's your problem - you did not get to collect on the unfortunant passing of your sister and want to give him a hard time for carrying out her wishes. The fiance loved her and did more for her that you or your entire family ever did!

Also the prosecution makes complete asses of themselves. They know the benneficiary recieved money from a car accident BEFORE he recieved any funds from the estate. He paid Jared back for the funeral - which the lady's own family who sounded soooo concered would not pay for (assholes) - and for other things. After paying him back the 8,000 the beneficiary kept the rest of his settlement money. It was a month or so later that he recieved the first 8,000 from the estate and subsequently recieved the rest of the money from the estate. The prosecution liked to rely on a few statements the benneficiary made which showed he trusted Jared, but they refused to use the statements where he said he recied ALL of the estate money from Jared in monthly incriments. Shame on the prosecution for picking and chosing what facts they put into evidence - tax dollars hard at work!

It was also admitted by the bank that there was NO LOSS to the bank. The bad checks he received from his potential tennants cleared the bank, but the money was retured by Jared when he was contacted by the bank.

I also did some checking on his business in NC. He rents rooms out to adults with special needs. Many of his tennants come from state and federal funded programs that neeed housing for their clients. This is a much needed service and a niche that other property owners should look in to. I would not be surprised that some of the tenants have had substance abuse issues, but it is just like Jared to help these people out. He is a good man who made a mistake - don't we all.

I am sure the "neighbor" who posted is not the ideal neighbor in the community. They probably have dogs keeping the neighbors up or have had a history of sleeping around with other neighbors. Probably smokers of weed themselves. They sound like a couple of winners...HA


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goochout

Okay, you get the Tai Chi joke already. I wrote that for a retirement video that I never got on. See how my humor is universal?

Eh, neither do I.

I'm a bit buzzed and in the writing mood. I used to be in this mood all the time, but now seems like a good diarrhea session of the keyboard. I did another one once. Oh, yeah. If you saw it, you'd know that I sometimes RAMBLE on this blog like there's no tomorrow. As if I'm trying to escape from cyberspace (okay... I'm freewriting now) by screaming for help through a inebriated teletype.

Gooch: a legend in his own mind.

And in his spare time.

I went to Montego's where I sometimes (and will soon again) DJ. My friend, Ryan, reminded me of how I used to goof off on the mic and have fun. I was a kickass anti-DJ. I've become a cliche DJ. Maybe my name should be "DJ Cliche?" I really don't want to DJ again, my schedule is full enough without a once a week drinking/DJing bender. My girlfriend is actually cool with the DJing gig, which is surprising. She's also cooked most all meals I've consumed the last week and a half. I've never given her (or any girl I've dated) props on this site. Consider it done.

She doesn't read the blog (nor has any girl I've dated), anyway, so moot point.

However, I will DJ because it forces me to face my fear of fucking up in front of people. At least, it lets me learn that fucking up in front of people is okay. Like any good public speaker, I have to imagine that the audience is in their underwear.

Which, in this case, they are. Until they take them off.

I could tell you how busy my week has been. It's been so busy that I've reminisced about the good old days. Yes, in that vernacular. My conversations this week with various people has been about: Smoking in offices, hanging out when "we were only six," going to grade school together, playing 3rd grade soccer, being a delivery driver, my first network I ever set up (with the help of Gregster), Family trips, etc. It's as if I'm planning on dying and I'm thinking about the past.

Truth is: I'm getting old, and that's what old people do: Talk about the "Good Old Days." When you can say that you've known someone for "twenty-seven years," (as Ryan and I stated tonight) you're old.

I remember when I was the cool kid on the block for owning an Atari 2600. Fuck Coleco, Fuck Intellivision, Fuck pong. I was a God with Pitfall, Space Invaders, Missile Command, it goes on...

We all have to remember that we're always making the "Good old Days." You will look back on today in 20 years and think about how thin and popular you were. You may live in a big house in 20 years, but you'll look back on the little condo with a futon you called home.

You know what I want in the world? You want to know the situation I encountered that I wish to change for my children and my children's children?

When you boot up a computer and the keyboard either fails (or is not plugged in) and you get the message:

Keyboard Failure

or...

Keyboard Missing

and then...

Press F1 to Continue

I mean, do the same people make gas gauges that instruct drivers to drive to the nearest gas station after the car has completely run out of gas? This is the first time a bios update might solve more than just my technical issues. My piece of mind is at stake here.

Tonight I visited the following places: Subway (to eat a salad), Jody's strip club (for a sales call to the owners), Boss Hawg's (to meet up with a customer), Original Taco House (to have a few drinks and install a battery backup at 10:30pm), Montego's (to collect a debt and drink a little too much), and home: to write this ridiculous blog.

Shit... I have to work tomorrow and it's almost 4am. Remember when I could stay up all night and still work the next day?

Eh... neither do I.

(that's a 'call back,' in comedy lingo, sort of).

goochout.

I'm not going to post this. It is a stupid ramble and it's starting to not make sense. I shouldn't post this and instead just fall asleep and thank myself for not posting typed embarrassment online.

You see, I've never deleted a post from this site. For any reason. I'm thinking about doing so for an old friend who has requested it. It's tough, because it's just an unfiltered, seldom visited (sans the Kim Kardashian incident) site that's more of a personal diary than a blog, really.

Get back to work!

JG