Hey Warren – I don’t know if you even remember me, but I got up to 6’ 10” at Henderson High before my family moved to Columbus, OH for my senior year. But I remember you, although we never hung in the same crowd, both for your garage band – and for your natural leadership ability. I’m thrilled to see you’ve had a great career, and if Eileen is your wife, although she looks a little young for that, she is GORGEOUS, and I love the smart, loving look on her face.
Also, I see you recently beat cancer – and so have I, although I don’t know any specifics about yours, mine was actually rather minor and not scary, being a carcinoma a little larger than a bubblegum ball from a machine that had been masked under plantar wart tissue, that I had waited a year to deal with – only knowing of the plantar, and knowing it could not be fatal or cause foot amputation. This because at that time, 2012 – end of 2013, I was running too often from Drug Mafias in or near Puerto Vallarta, Mexico where I have mostly lived since late spring 2010, when Gen. Colin Powell’s retired Chief Protocol Officer, who had become a close personal friend in Atlanta where I lived 1983 - 2010, warned me that Republicans planned to murder me if I stayed in the States – because of what I know.
Now, I DID have a far more serious cancer in my life, caused by the fact that my mother is/was (she’s 92 now, of fit mind if failing body), America’s top literal NAZI, we having swastikas on the dinner plates and daily beatings when I lived in West Chester. And we lived across the street from Coach Lou Holtz in Columbus, and for his help in Nazification (he is John Boehner’s closest friend and co-strategist now), Mom got him his dream job coaching at Notre Dame, and her brother, a dentist already living in South Bend, the position of Official Dentist to the Fighting Irish – until Uncle Bob allowed my cousin Janet to marry a Jew, then Mom had all his considerable wealth removed, forcing him to a US Veterans Hospital in Mississippi, where with Mom’s help they murdered my uncle – which I can actually prove in Court.
I can prove MANY murders in court, including my former employer’s, Tennessee Williams, at the hand of the Episcopal Church, Republican Party, CIA, and FBI – exactly as Jackie Kennedy Onassis told TW and I would happen at a party in 1982.
I’ll leave the rest of my story on my blog where you can read it if you care to.
I have a LOT of people and government entities which I will easily be able to sue for multi-millions in damages – and I will soon be doing that. I don’t need much money, so intend to give the bulk of it away, including doing something helpful for every school I ever attended. And that is where I thought you might like to help out eventually – helping me decide what to do for Henderson first, then North Jr. High, assuming I am flush enough. I’ve also gotten in touch recently with my 9th grade crushee, Susie Lattomus, my best friend, Bob Jones, and Kerry Glatts and Hal Peters, but it strikes me that you living in West Chester – and with your professional background, you would be the person who would know best – of those I’ve found, anyway.
Now, before you read my blog, you should know that another thing I noticed on your page is the posting about angels and knowing God will give you TWO improvements – if you keep faith. This is SO TRUE, although I was raised Catholic and have investigated other Christian and non-Christian religions, I try to find the truth in ALL of them and consider myself spiritual rather than religious.
I also say exactly what is on my mind, which means I use an occasional expletive (for literary shock value), and am often irreverent. I tell people the truth: I was thrown into a sewer and the only way out was to EAT all my sewer-rat competition (not literally, of course), and indeed, although my Kenan Family is secretly likely the wealthiest in all of the Americas, I was homeless under a viaduct in Wilmington, NC only three years ago, but rent a house overlooking Old Town in Puerto Vallarta, today, so MUCH has enormously improved!
I trust you will be OK if I post this on blog, because if you are not interested, maybe someone else will read it and step up to the plate.
Sincerely,
Scott Kenan
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