So, chating w/ my shrink for the first time in 6 weeks, I mentioned a dream I had. He always seems so very interested in my dreams, though between the alcohol, pot and getting up early, I hardly remember them anymore. Anyway, I mentioned that I knew I was finally over my hurt and feelings of betrayal, because i had a "good" dream about Boo. I dreamt we were arguing about something, I don't remember what, but it ended with both of us (Boo and me) realizing that it was not worth arguing about, and that we would never agree, but it just didn't matter. We both felt foolish and laughed. That's it - but i knew in my heart what it meant. Before that, all the dreams/nightmares we just about her pissing me off, or humiliating me in public, both things she did on a regualr basis. So this dream made me feel much better. I recognize healing, at least when I see it in myself.
By the way, there is stuff in my life that Boo just never could understand, such as my dreams/nightmares. She just found them too frighting - I found fear in them, but i always looked for the message behind them. She just saw the fear, poor thing. She was just not in touch with her inner life, or was just too much for her to grasp. After a while, I stopped sharing my dreams with her, cause I could see the fear it generated in her. The things those dreams taught me were just too much for her to take in.
I however, still explore my dreams, good or bad, and look for what I'm trying to tell myself. That's why I can understand what that last dream about me and Boo was telling me.
Freud may have said it best - "Dreams are messages we are trying to tell ourselves" - paraphrasing, of course.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
At last, some news that warms my heart
Boo's fuck-buddy gets his just desserts....
Ex-Grateful Dead manager sentenced 5 minutes ago
A former manager for the Grateful Dead has been sentenced to five years in federal prison for tax evasion, prosecutors said Tuesday.
Ronald Leon Rakow, 69, was ordered to begin his prison term in June for evading payment of $2.2 million in taxes owed to the Internal Revenue Service, the U.S. attorney's office said.
Rakow was convicted in July of one count of tax evasion. During his two-week trial, prosecutors presented evidence showing Rakow hid his assets to prevent the IRS from collecting taxes dating back to 1985.
Prosecutors said that from 1998 to 2003, Rakow transferred about $5.2 million in income from consulting fees, stock and assets under his control into accounts held in other names. They alleged Rakow directed accountholders to use the funds to pay his expenses.
Rakow had asked for a lighter sentence, but U.S. District Judge Margaret M. Morrow rejected his request. She said he chose to break the law to support his "comfortable lifestyle."
An after-hours call to Rakow was not immediately returned Tuesday
Ex-Grateful Dead manager sentenced 5 minutes ago
A former manager for the Grateful Dead has been sentenced to five years in federal prison for tax evasion, prosecutors said Tuesday.
Ronald Leon Rakow, 69, was ordered to begin his prison term in June for evading payment of $2.2 million in taxes owed to the Internal Revenue Service, the U.S. attorney's office said.
Rakow was convicted in July of one count of tax evasion. During his two-week trial, prosecutors presented evidence showing Rakow hid his assets to prevent the IRS from collecting taxes dating back to 1985.
Prosecutors said that from 1998 to 2003, Rakow transferred about $5.2 million in income from consulting fees, stock and assets under his control into accounts held in other names. They alleged Rakow directed accountholders to use the funds to pay his expenses.
Rakow had asked for a lighter sentence, but U.S. District Judge Margaret M. Morrow rejected his request. She said he chose to break the law to support his "comfortable lifestyle."
An after-hours call to Rakow was not immediately returned Tuesday
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Take 2 - redux
I just realized I never finished the first story I posted. In the spirit of completeness, I feel I must.
Shortly after the chain of events that led me to dump my wife, including the story I'm referring to, where she called the cops and had my gun collection confiscated, I contacted the same cops in order to request the return of my collection. I assumed that since it was legally my property, i was entitled to get it back. Sure enough, it turned out that the only thing they were interested in was my registering the handguns in this state. I had acquired all of them, save the one I had inherited from my father in my 20's, during my life in Oregon. By the way, if you have an interest in owning and using guns, i can't recommend a better state, except maybe Texas. Gun ownership in Oregon is not only allowed, it is actively encouraged. I remember once during my 8 year stay there, the police in downtown - *downtown* - Portland stopped a gentleman who was carrying a large caliber loaded rifle along the streets of the city. Turns out, he was passing thru on his way to a deer hunting expedition, and there is in fact no law prohibiting his behavior. He was not shooting the gun inside city limits, nor was he concealing it. Just walking along the streets carrying it. So the cops chatted him up briefly, and then he went on his merry way, ostensibly looking to shoot Bambi. Anyway, when I contacted the Ventura sheriffs department, they told me I needed to fill out an application listing all the handguns (none of the long guns, including 9MM and 12 gauge shotgun) and submit it to the calif dept. of justice to make sure I wasn't a convicted criminal or other person not entitled to own a handgun. So i filled out the paperwork, serial numbers and such, my SSN, hair color and blood type, etc., and sent it in with a check for the fee for each weapon. Sure enough, they determined that I was not a criminal, or mentally unstable, and whatever else they check for, and they sent me a permit for all my guns. So I toddled down to the sheriff's office, showed them my permit, and sure enough, they had me all my guns, nicely packaged. I had been a little worried, because I thought one of the guns may have been considered an "assault rifle" under california law - a Tek 9, or "drive by special". Turns out I worried for naught, it was in fact the a model that was designed specifically to get around the assault rifle ban we have in Calif. God, I love the NRA. Anyway, the cop goes back to get all my guns, brings them out and says, in all seriousness as only a firearms aficionado could, "You must be glad to get all your babies back!" I replied "Yes, I dumped the crazy wife, and kept the guns!" We both had a hearty laugh, and off I went, collection in hand. And there they remain, as God intended. Note that I did NOT bring them back into the home where my soon to be ex was still living, because I did not trust her crazy ass not to shoot me. I kept them in a storage locker. But as soon as I could get her out of my house, home came my babies. I suppose, in retrospect, I should not have been surprised that they were returned with very little hassle, since I DID NOT BREAK ANY LAWS, AND I HAD DONE NOTHING WRONG. But you know, living with a crazy chick long enough, and you start to doubt yourself. In fact, chicks tend to encourage this as much as they can, since it gives them the advantage. So watch for that too.
And that was "the rest of the story".
BTW, sorry for the delay since my last post, I've had a nasty bout of bronchitis, which slowed me down a tad. I'm fine now, thanks.
BF
Shortly after the chain of events that led me to dump my wife, including the story I'm referring to, where she called the cops and had my gun collection confiscated, I contacted the same cops in order to request the return of my collection. I assumed that since it was legally my property, i was entitled to get it back. Sure enough, it turned out that the only thing they were interested in was my registering the handguns in this state. I had acquired all of them, save the one I had inherited from my father in my 20's, during my life in Oregon. By the way, if you have an interest in owning and using guns, i can't recommend a better state, except maybe Texas. Gun ownership in Oregon is not only allowed, it is actively encouraged. I remember once during my 8 year stay there, the police in downtown - *downtown* - Portland stopped a gentleman who was carrying a large caliber loaded rifle along the streets of the city. Turns out, he was passing thru on his way to a deer hunting expedition, and there is in fact no law prohibiting his behavior. He was not shooting the gun inside city limits, nor was he concealing it. Just walking along the streets carrying it. So the cops chatted him up briefly, and then he went on his merry way, ostensibly looking to shoot Bambi. Anyway, when I contacted the Ventura sheriffs department, they told me I needed to fill out an application listing all the handguns (none of the long guns, including 9MM and 12 gauge shotgun) and submit it to the calif dept. of justice to make sure I wasn't a convicted criminal or other person not entitled to own a handgun. So i filled out the paperwork, serial numbers and such, my SSN, hair color and blood type, etc., and sent it in with a check for the fee for each weapon. Sure enough, they determined that I was not a criminal, or mentally unstable, and whatever else they check for, and they sent me a permit for all my guns. So I toddled down to the sheriff's office, showed them my permit, and sure enough, they had me all my guns, nicely packaged. I had been a little worried, because I thought one of the guns may have been considered an "assault rifle" under california law - a Tek 9, or "drive by special". Turns out I worried for naught, it was in fact the a model that was designed specifically to get around the assault rifle ban we have in Calif. God, I love the NRA. Anyway, the cop goes back to get all my guns, brings them out and says, in all seriousness as only a firearms aficionado could, "You must be glad to get all your babies back!" I replied "Yes, I dumped the crazy wife, and kept the guns!" We both had a hearty laugh, and off I went, collection in hand. And there they remain, as God intended. Note that I did NOT bring them back into the home where my soon to be ex was still living, because I did not trust her crazy ass not to shoot me. I kept them in a storage locker. But as soon as I could get her out of my house, home came my babies. I suppose, in retrospect, I should not have been surprised that they were returned with very little hassle, since I DID NOT BREAK ANY LAWS, AND I HAD DONE NOTHING WRONG. But you know, living with a crazy chick long enough, and you start to doubt yourself. In fact, chicks tend to encourage this as much as they can, since it gives them the advantage. So watch for that too.
And that was "the rest of the story".
BTW, sorry for the delay since my last post, I've had a nasty bout of bronchitis, which slowed me down a tad. I'm fine now, thanks.
BF
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