Subtitled 'Why I think the trawl net of TIA just reeled me in'.
Long time reader, 1st time writer.
I'm a math/econ guy and having never been challenged on the comp., syntax, grammer front....think pi 3.14159265....
This is (like one of our candidates) a work of fiction on how the jeellyfish brigade (yes, those are my index and middle finger switching back and forth from my eyes to yours Harry and Jay) affects all of us.
Knock, knock , knock.
I get up from reading a great kos diary and look out of my upstairs window. I can barely see the back edge of the porch, looks like a couple of guys w/briefcases and wearing dark glasses. Don't tell me those Aventist fucks are back. O.K. i'm in a good mood. Quickly thinking of the worst satan worshipping stories I can come up with, I head down the stairs. I Open the door.
ME: Yeah can I help you?
Suddenly I realize these guys aren't religious fucks.
Tough Guys: You John Brown?
Me: yeah.
Tough Guys: we'd like to ask you some questions. Can you come with us for a few minutes.
Me: Ahh, what's this about.
TG's: we'll explain it all, just come with us.
Me: I'd rather not.
Zap, Zap
I come to in their car and look around, Hey the big tire, I must not have been out that long. So, i'm within a half hour of my home in Dearborn Michigan (largest arab american population in the U.S).
They cart me into a room of a completely unmarked cinder block building just north of the airport. I'm Hand cuffed to the chair in my 4x4 room and told to wait.
Guy enters. He's the complete opposite of the tough guys. Short, glasses, nerdy actually. He throws some sheets of paper in front of me. I look at the and immediately realize they are copies of recent emails of mine.
Me: Yeah, so.
Dweeb: How do you know him.
Me: I used to work with him at Fords.
Dweeb: Did you ever give him money?
Me: No.
Dweeb: You've taken out 7 thousand dollars the last two months from your ATM.
Me: Yea, I took a buy-out from ford's, I'm self employed.
Dweebiest: I don't believe you. I'll give you some time to thimk about it,
Door slams.