Unsolved Mysteries

Yes, I’m still watching this show. I’m learning all sorts of stuff from the 90s though. I have not been able to help solve one yet though.

I watched a very interesting show on Nichola Tesla yesterday. I wonder why I don’t remember hearing more about him in school. Very interesting. You’d think that when Tesla hit the music scene that would have made me want to learn more, but … it wasn’t until recently that I have been more interested in learning more.

People talk about how crazy he was. I don’t think he was crazy. In a lot of ways I could actually relate to him, of course, on much different levels than the obvious ones. The part where he was actually employed by Thomas Edison, and he quit that job… blew my mind.

At least him leaving that job, didn’t dampen his will to follow through. And at least he believed in himself enough to try harder! He was different, and that needed to be appreciated. Or needs to be. I don’t know much at all, but I learned enough to know that he was very interesting.

I learn a lot from shows I watch. I don’t watch You Tube videos often, and it’s actually flipping through channels that I find things most of the time. The last show that I watched that I learned about how things went down, was Unsolved: The Murders of Tupac and the Notorious BIG.

Did you know that they know who did it? Both murders? Both people are dead, and were dead at the time that Russell Poole tried to go to the police that last time, but it was because of the LAPD… there’s nothing that they can do about either!

That one shocked me. I didn’t realize that they knew who committed both crimes. I think that Russell Poole sincerely wanted to get to the bottom of it, but he didn’t follow the chain of command, and he didn’t have the faith in his higher ups. Sometimes that is justified, but this one… I think he jumped the gun. I think that if he would have trusted everything … it would have worked itself out.

But … who knows. No one can go back in time. Veletta Wallace is the one that suffers the most because of all of that. Her and Tupac’s mother. The mothers.

Two sons will never have justice for their lives. That’s what’s sad. It’s not about rappers, or gangsters. It’s about two sons. And two mothers. Fingers can be pointed, blame can be tossed, but .. that’s what it boils down to. Not to mention, fathers. There are offspring of those two men that will see justice for the loss of the men that they didn’t have growing up.

That is something that never made sense to me. It is a chain of not restraining themselves, and acting on impulse. That’s how so many people are killed daily. Reaction.

People simply don’t think things through anymore. I’m guilty of it. 98% of the stuff I’ve posted here in the past is proof of that. And everything that I’ve ever said regarding Ivan Moody, is proof of that.

Well not all of it, but most of it 🙂

I have been feeling good about things where he’s concerned. I think that the show, really finally was the perspective I needed. I didn’t realize just how big the guys had gotten. I knew they had a big following, but that show was sold out! And they’ve been having that same success since.

I guess deep down,, I wanted to keep him real to me, but I suppose at this stage in the game, he’s on the level of Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley. Steven Tyler. Ozzy. Not touchable any longer.

That’s sad, but good at the same time. The guys are still going strong, and will continue to go strong. And I should be grateful for the time that I did have, because clearly, it’s is NEVER going to happen again. I am grateful for that, but can’t help but be sad a little bit for it as well. They really can’t just hang out anymore.

Sad. But that’s life.

I haven’t done much since then. I was going to go see Junkyard, and Framing the Red, but I chickened out at the last minute. I just don’t enjoy going out at night, alone. I don’t care where it is. I don’t even like going to the store. Especially in the world, the way it is today. One wrong word, and I could be shot. Anywhere!

I don’t enjoy the city life anymore. I don’t know that I truly ever did. I mean, I did, because during the day, I’ll do anything. But when it starts to get dark, I’m even nervous sitting on my porch. I hate this feeling. I hate being afraid!

I will move back to Michigan eventually. Or Wishconsin. (Yes, I know…) Probably closer to Jim. But that’s a ways away. In the meantime, I’m confined to my apartment. I will go out, I need to find things that interest me during the daylight hours, and I guess I haven’t found it yet. Or I have, and haven’t figured out how to get Max over his sudden refusal to get in the car. I know he hurt himself that last time… I need to insure that’s done, and never happening again.

It was the ramp. It slipped, and he landed hard. He’s doing much better now, but he won’t even go anywhere NEAR the car. I don’t know that it’s all cars, or just mine. I’ll do some testing of the waters this weekend. My neighbor said I can try with hers to se if that’s the case. When Mom and Dad swung by on Sunday though, he damn near jumped on Mom’s lap, so I don’t know.

I’m keeping my eye on him. He took me for a good walk yesterday though, which was nice. Not as long as we used to, but it was pretty warm out yet, so I’m glad that he took me at all. And he didn’t stop at all! That’s how I know his hips are doing better. I just want him to feel better.

On that note, I will sign off for now. Things are going good, and I’m excited about the way things are going at work. I am pretty proud of myself, and seeing the fruits of my labor. I like where I’m at, and continue to grow to, and I’ve got an awesome support system at work, and out of work. So all is well.

Thanks for reading. I appreciate your time, I know you’re busy like me, so the thought of you spending some time with me, it truly appreciated.

Have a great day!

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