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To Whom It May Concern,To Whom It May Concern,To Whom It May Concern,To Whom It May Concern, 

I was slapping this song in the ride earlier as I was driving through

Stockton this morning. Besides reminding me of one of my favorite movies

of ALL TIME, "Dazed and Confused", I joyfully realized the lyrics kind of fit

my current life situation in the 209. Especially this part of the song:

"I got no friends 'cause they read the papers"I got no friends 'cause they read the papers"I got no friends 'cause they read the papers"I got no friends 'cause they read the papers

They can't be seen with meThey can't be seen with meThey can't be seen with meThey can't be seen with me

And I'm feelin' real shot downAnd I'm feelin' real shot downAnd I'm feelin' real shot downAnd I'm feelin' real shot down

And I'm gettin' meanAnd I'm gettin' meanAnd I'm gettin' meanAnd I'm gettin' mean

No more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister Nice GuyNo more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister CleanNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister CleanNo more Mister Clean

No moNo moNo moNo more Mister Nice Guyre Mister Nice Guyre Mister Nice Guyre Mister Nice Guy

They say he's sick, he's obscene"They say he's sick, he's obscene"They say he's sick, he's obscene"They say he's sick, he's obscene"

This could have been written about me by some old friends of mine

 because THEY REALLY FEEL AS IF THEY CANNOT BE SEEN WITH ME

BECAUSE I AM SICK AND OBSCENE. Not only because of my personality

and character but for the words I write. Some even refuse to be friends on

 this Face Book bullshit, so that I will not be connected to them because of

Kazinsky's words. Hell, my own FAMILY has done that but I don't really

much care anymore. It used to bother me quite a bit. However, I am PROUD

and I ENJOY the words I write and that is all that matters in this life filled

 with tragedy and hurt. The words I write will eventually allow me to not

have to work for any person or rich corporation EVER AGAIN and do my

own thing always. I truly believe without being conceited that I am a great

 writer who will be published (on REAL PAPER, not the Internet!) someday.

All I need are some connections and a kiss from Lady Luck............

When I speak about the folks who have not supported me, I do notmean the homies from The East Bay (Berkeley/Oakland 510) because they

have ALWAYS supported me. It is some of the friends in Stockton who have

 betrayed me. The East Bay breeds loyalty in some folks and I am lucky to

have these friends in my pathetic little life, even if I have not seen any of

 them since October 21, 2011. Living in Stockton is a trap, especially working

for a greedy corporation that does not care about you at all. Because of my

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incredibly low wages and a twisted, sadistic schedule, I have been unable to

get back to my adopted city for a visit. That will be a birthday gift to myself

 this month; a trip to Oakland/Berkeley and regardless of how broke I am, I

 will have a fun time that recharges my mental and emotional batteries.

This is directed at some people who will likely NEVER see this post. I would like to tell these friends and family that I am happy that they have

alienated me. It hurts, yeah, but it has made my writing stronger than it

ever was before the nonsensical bull-shit and even without an education

(except self-taught that is!), I am a FULLY CERTIFIED AND CREDITED

WORD-BULLY! While it may get me down a little when hurtful comments

come from people I least expect, it tends to rebound into a driving force to

 write compulsively. That is what I need to do: WRITE WORDS!! EVERY

DAMN DAY!! So that is what I am doing.......

In the time being, I can enjoy this song and the simple lyrics that haveso much meaning to me, even if they do not mean much to you. I know we all

grew up with this song and it is like back-ground noise but if you sit down

and REALLY LISTEN, you will understand where I am at in this point in my

sometimes obscene life.

If you care at all, that is .

Res Ispa Loquitur

.A.N.F.

West Stockton, Ca

February 3, 2012 

 Joseph Quinones and Andrew N. Farrens   WESTIES 209!! WESTIES 209!! WESTIES 209!! WESTIES 209!! 

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 Mr. Nice GuyMr. Nice GuyMr. Nice GuyMr. Nice Guy

 I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing

 Till they got a hold of me

 I opened doors for little old ladies

 I helped the blind to see

 I got no friends 'cause they read the papers

 They can't be seen with me

 And I'm gettin' real shot down

 And I'm feelin' mean

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene

 I got no friends 'cause they read the papers

 They can't be seen with me

 And I'm feelin' real shot down

 And I'm gettin' mean

No more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

 They say he's sick, he's obscene

My dog bit me on the leg today

My cat clawed my eye

Mom's been thrown out of the social circles

 And dad has to hide

 I went to church incognito

 When everybody rose the Reverend Smithy

 He recognized me and punched me in the nose

 He said, no more Mister Nice Guy

No more Mister Clean

No more Mister Nice Guy

 He said you're sick, you're obscene

Alice Cooper

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