Take Me Out of the Ball Game

When I was very young, people asked me to ADOPT THEM at a COMPANY… not out of my personal low wealth. However, gangsters wanted to be BIGGER THAN me and my family… so they did that: Created companies and hired their own favorites. Okay? I got the bench at the ball game. Sometimes the big people chatted with me because I was an avid watcher and really “into the sport” itself, more than the politics and personal conflicts.

I have to RETIRE from even the bench now. It got too dangerous a long time ago, even now I’ve had to drag my old body up to Los Angeles for court hearings about me COMPLAINING about gang hits that injured me while “visiting from the bench”. Okay? Time to leave the ball park. Others want the bench seats anyway, okay? OKAY? Thanks for the fun, I’ve loved watching people play, living vicariously through publicly known stories.

Exiting WB Connection

I probably need to be RELEASED from the WB parking stall. I shouldn’t have met with people there at all. I set forth all kinds of things I couldn’t control at all. I did tell people I wasn’t wealthy, I didn’t have an office there.

It would release me from RPO also. I need to go. I think it is MORE RESPECTFUL of all, that I step out of that parking stall forever and allow the others FROM L.A. and who spent time in L.A. to get the clout and notoriety that was falsely put upon me. I was supposed to be at Amblin, not at WB.

I’ll just be on friendly HONEST TERMS with who is left at WB now.

I’m not German. Nor am I signed with WB for anything.

I am “returning”… not my body, but a misconception I was not sure I was even a part of all this time.