Frenetic Archive 2005-2006
On 1st of 2005, the main office of the info-matrix moved to larger quarters.During the last week of December, a second, brand new, faster, and more powerful computer was added to the array. Not only am I alive but things are going much better than anyone could have expected. Additionally, a woman from my distant past (23 years ago!) reappeared in my life, resulting in (among other things) the creation of a women’s studies sub-domain within the site. A marriage of corporate fortunes may be the result of this rebirth of an old tactical alliance against an unforgiving world.Additionally I would like to go on record to express my gratitude to one Ms. Melinda Buzas, MA, CAC III, for convincing both myself and the powers that be that I don’t necessarily need to be thrown in jail for my own good and the safety of society in general.All predictions that I would come out of retirement and return to my former career, something I’m clearly in no condition to do, have proven to be without merit. Yes boys and girls, the wages of sin is death (although they usually throw in a little cash too).
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7-18-05
I somehow stayed out of jail for an entire year since my last arrest,(Correction, it will be one year as of August 18th) described below. Just how this affects my standing as a corporate criminal I don’t know.But my fears, which led to my plans for expanding the Frenetic Staff have been
unfounded to date. Still, the liberal republican mayor of the great city of Denver, John Hickenlooper, has publicly refered to the Denver County Jail as a “disgrace” and “unworthy of our city,” and although my loyalties remain with the libertarian party, I have to agree with His Honor on this one. Other than that, I became gravely Ill on July 7th of this year, and my life was saved only because I recognized that something didn’t feel right, and got to the Denver Health main hospital (formerly Denver General) in time for a team of brilliant and dedicated surgeons, both American and middle eastern to save my life. Even these learned men placed my odds of survival at 50% initially. By July 17th, I was released from the hospital after having a long and dangerous operation on my left lung, followed by a couple of unconscious days on a respirator. Much in he way of liquid was drained from this lung; what I had was a bad pnuemonia with complications, but a portion of dead lung was removed too! Also rumored to have been removed from my lung was a portion of a crack pipe, a few small fragments of “Chore Boy” abrasive that had been exposed to high temperatures, and a partially smoked pack of Camel Turkish Royals. Needless to say, to my younger readers I warn against the pleasures of excess, immediate gratification, and the pseudo-religion of addiction they lead to. You will end up feeling like you are 90 years old when you hit about 45. To you old farts out there for whom all hope is lost anyway, do what the hell you want, you may be dying soon but that still doesn’t make your private behavior the business of a government that was somehow granted parental authority over an infantile adult public!
