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The Lousy Book

One day I was low on funds so I took some equipment to the pawn shop for a loan. When I was only loaned $125 on an airless that they had loaned $275 on several times before in the past, I became suspicious. Since I depended on the money borrow against the equipment to live on, I had to wonder if the conspirators had gotten to the folks at the pawn shop.
       A few days later while I was outside in front of the same pawn shop unloading a pressure washer off of one of my beds, the manager I'd known for years said, "That's amazing, how come you haven't gotten anywhere with it?"
       I had told them a couple years earlier about the fire and the problems I was having because of the conspiracy. I’d even in-formed them that I had filed for a patent on the worked truck of the future. I knew trying to describe how a conspiracy works was too complex to cover in the short amount of time he had available that afternoon so I said, "I've started to write a book about the things I've had to go through. I'll make a print out and give you a copy of it next time I come in." I figured it was best if he knew about the conspiracy and how it worked so that if he was approached by the conspirators, he would less likely believe the lies they would tell him. Therefore he would less likely accept a payoff to dog me on the amount of money he’d loan on my stuff, if that was the case.
       I went home and printed out the two parts I'd written about a year or two earlier. I was surprised because I'd thought there were about 15 pages all together but it only turned out to be 7 or 8 pages between the two segments. I ran a few copies off at the copy shop and made my way the pawn shop and handed it to a few people I knew around town.
       I decided that it would be a good way to fight the rumors that were going around town so I decided to add more material to the little newsletter about the things that had happened since I’d wrote the original pages. I was so broke, I had to go to the pawn shop to get some another $50 just to have the $15 to print out another batch of newsletters.
       One of the first people I passed it off onto was a cop who happened to be in a squad car behind me as I was traveling north on Pacific Avenue on my way down town to Williams Oil Filter. At a signal light on 38th street, I jumped out and said, "Here -- as long as you are not a crook." With a chuckled and a smile the officer accepted it.
       When I showed up at the hydraulic shop, one of the guys was just outside the front doors. As I hand him a pamphlet he asked, "Is this about the fire?"
       When I decided to rewrite and add to the literature I took a look at the material I had written, I was overwhelmed with surprised at what I read. It appeared to have a suicidal essence to it. I assumed somebody had altered the material and wondered if they planned to use my own computer files to back a fake suicide plot.
       It kina scared me to think of what I’d just handed out around town so I crammed as much information as I could into the next 24 page versions of the booklet and tried to keep it more upbeat.

I felt it was a shame I had to supply people with a book about the corrupt local government and why they still didn't see more of the wonderful truck I'd invented, out on the streets even several years later. Since I had to write a book to inform people of what had to go through instead of a success story about the American Dream I had tried to accomplish. I wanted to pick the worse name I could possibly think of.

I never really cared for my legal name and thought it would just sound like any other easily forgotten name, so I decided to use my surfer name, "Sunnyside."
       I’ve always felt a book as: inferior compared to the other wonderful creations I should have been able to offer. I felt it was a disgrace that I had to supply people with a book. A book of such lousy history, with people how shouldn’t even be taking parting it; instead of my wonderful inventions. It was going to be a lousy book for sure Putting together Sunnyside and Lousy Book seemed to have the right meaning to it.

Though many narrow minded individuals tried to convince me to change the name, my readers and myself couldn’t imagine it as anything else.

I printed out each page right after proof reading them; before anyone else could get into my computer. Then I went to the copy shop run off more to hand out around town.
       The pamphlet was a bit hard to read and understand at first, but it was something people I knew and met could read on their own time and hopefully understand the important information about situation and experiences I was trying to convey to them. I felt if one person made sense of it, they would probably tell someone else and then another person might take the time to read the complicated material.

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The Magic Scrap Pile

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