When I met Crystal, she contacted me through my first escort service ad in the 92-93 edition of the Orlando Bellsouth Yellow Pages. What she didn't mention at the time was that she had her own ad in the Sprint yellow pages that would be distributed a month later. So for all purposes here, she was in business as long as I was. The MBI used a list of escort service owners as state witnesses in my case. None were ever charged in relation to their own businesses. This in itself is laughable, but that's another story for a different day.
According to Crystal, she had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving dinner in 1992, so as gullible as I used to be, I invited her to my parent's for dinner. Kindness has smacked me in the face so many times that it's a wonder that I even speak to people – oh wait, I guess I don't really speak to people anymore. I suppose we all reach our breaking point, and mine was the case and trial. If you read the book you do not wonder why. Back to dear Crystal the informant and what she's up to today:
My mother received a letter in the mail from Crystal. It addressed my mother by her first and last name. No attempt to reach me, only to have my mother, who is 80 years of age, open the letter. My mother last saw Crystal in 1992 as we all ate Thanksgiving dinner together. That is 17 years ago! Still, Crystal had my mom's full name and address, and actually used the correct nickname instead of her full first name on the envelope. Someone thinks that I fell off of the turnip truck, don't you think? You'd really think that they would know better by now. Anyway, this is what the letter states:
7 July 2009
Dear Ms. [last name],
I met you when I was with your daughter, Vicky, a few years ago.
I'm writing because I don't know how to get in touch with Vicky. I lost her number over a couple of years ago. I just wish to say hello to her and wish her well. Ask her to call me at 407-000-0000.
Sincerely,
Crystal [real name]
She states "a couple of years ago" as if this was recent (try 1992). After meeting Crystal back then, my mother later stated: "Vicky, don't ever bring that bitch over here again." My father stated: "Stay away from her Vicky. She is trouble." I always liked playing with fire though, so I have played with Crystal's mind ever since. What ever I was doing over the years I usually told Crystal the opposite. Sometimes I made it believable, and other times I didn't bother. It is interesting (gag) that she recalls my mom's nickname and address 17 years later, but claims to have lost my number. It's especially interesting if you know that she threw-out every piece of paper in her house years ago – she left a sack of papers at my door at a house I rented on Merritt Island back in 2006. I didn't answer the door because I never gave her the address and she was not invited there. Oh, and the sack of papers went directly to the outside trash can when she finally gave-up an hour later and drove away. She also lost everything in her house due to mold from a 2004 hurricane that came through Orlando – last I heard she was attempting to force the insurance company to pay full market value for the house and contents. But I guess she saved my mom's name and address out of it all anyway.
So let's call her and see what she has to say. I guess I still like that fire. Well, six rings and a generic-voice asking one to leave a message. I'll pass. I never leave messages. In her case it means that she needs to notify someone that I'm calling her. Does anyone actually wonder why I'm elusive these days? I'm not findable unless you catch me checking my mail once a week. I do apologize that I haven't posted to the blog in 2 weeks, but I cannot explain what I was up to other than to state that it's research for a third book, but I'm back now. The existence of people like Crystal, and those that put her up to this crap, forces me to be elusive.
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