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WE ARE ALL HUMAN…

I have crazy ridiculous faith.

I know it makes no sense…it is by mere definition lunacy…they all called Him crazy…

My battle to free the victims…

I have a person that I know. He is not a friend. He is not allowed around my girls. He is not allowed to know where I live. He is just a guy I know.

The year after our court battle was bizarre and surreal.

I met lots of characters.

Before this time my thoughts were black and white.

Your wrong. You did a bad thing. You must never to be looked at again. End of story.

Then that mystical, rapturous, ever pressing God made me open my eyes.

His people. His people were all victims…even if they victimized others…first they were victims. So, how do I draw the line in the sand.

Ahhh that’s a biggie isn’t it.

Let me tell you about Crazy Roy.

I’m not being derogative…he asked me to call him that…and trust me friends and neighbors…he is a crazy man!

I met him and he was merely annoying, dirty, bothersome…just weird.

But I had trained myself in the study of sexual predators…so many different kinds. I was not going to be fooled again! I was an expert in the field…my field. I knew he had red flags…I knew he was a situational molester…heehee, I really did have categories of molesters...I could quote statistics too…I was an expert bore from utter fear.

Anyway, when he found me somewhere and endlessly talked to me…I could hardly hear what he was saying cuz I was so busy hearing the bullshit instead…its like you gotta be real dude cuz I cant hear your babbling anymore…you gotta come clean…and he did…he told me that yes he did do that, and he fought the urge everyday…and he had been questioned about it…never charged tho, just like so many…never charged…cuz no one wants to admit his nastiness was near them. He is a real character. So just questioned . Then we broke through the bullshit that ALWAYS follows the admission. He gave me every tag line…every excuse they always give …I don’t really want to go into all that. Because its boring to me now.

But trust me, he is a sexual deviant…and you should never try this at home because he is a very, very dangerous individual.

We cut through all his bullshit…and …and…well, I didn’t run away from him. I did however put very bold, strong boundary’s around him, cuz I am not an idiot.

I remember once I was busy paying and he was in the store, he saw that I was busy and ran, literally ran out to the car to talk to my girls,(A real deviant) I wasn’t afraid I stood at the window and watched and laughed. I watched Fate push the button that automatically rolled up the window and locked the doors. She wasn’t afraid, her face was a mask of pure nothingness. She had to fear of him…just total mistrust. Hehehe…I met him at the car still laughing. I said she aint going to talk to you…she KNOWS you. Groom away…you’ll be talking to air. I talked to him a bit longer then told him to be good…like I always do…be good,Roy. No fear.

Over the years…I have so many stories about him.

Once a tornado knocked a huge tree into my door blocking the path in and out. I had to use the back door. I am a single mom I have no resources. Crazy roy pulled up in his hoopity wagon and got out a handsaw…yes a handsaw and went to work. It took him more then a week to get it gone. The tree was twice the size of him around, and he had just a handsaw…but he kept at it everyday till it was gone. No fear.

One time I came up to the store and he was ,um…outside his ever loving mind…he was past psychotic…and he was scaring everyone…badly. I distracted him with my bullshit. He didn’t even know who I was…he was so gone inside his mind. I motioned for the clerk to the store and she called the police. I kept him talking…cuz he was clearly sick. When the cops appeared, he of course tried to flip out . I yelled for fate to get down in her seat…roy reached into his truck and pulled out a gun…I calmly told him that he was being ridiculous that we were helping him…he put it back and with that patented roy shit eating grin, and told me there were no bullets…The cops pulled in and I went to them and explained that he was very sick and needed an ambulance… He was crazy yelling again and blocking my path to my car. He hadn’t seen fate cuz she was hidden. I was stuck. I watched the police try to talk with him…then they had to man handle him down to the ground…it hurt my eyes, but it had to be done. I explained to the police that he was altered …not himself…didn’t even recognize me…they took him in patient…and he got better.

Next time I went to the corner store he ran out to me . I was trying to get gas. He took out a dirty tattered 20 and told me he was paying for my gas. He apologized for being crazy…it told him it was fine, he wasn’t in control….he bought my gas the next few times…It made him feel good.

I had treated him as a human. He had told me his dirtiest deeds (no details tho…I am human too), he had done some very bad deeds…Then I had seen him acting badly….still I smiled and looked him in the eye. I didn’t just talk at him…I listened to him…and it was always painful to listen to him. He stuttered and his face would freeze trying to get the hardest words out, but I was patient. I used my patience not because I would get something out of it…Not even the good feeling you get when you help someone. With him I never received that release of feelings. With him…I don’t know he just makes me smile. He is dirty, smelly, psychotic, …not sure if he could be redeemed in this world…he is so very lost…

….He confounds me…I don’t know why I treat him human…I just do… with him there are no little moments of ah ha. With him, I will never have a oh! I finally said the right word in the right sequence moment …With him, I don’t know…He is my thorn in my side…He is a rapist, pedophile, attempted murderer…and now finally murderer. He just continues to make horrible choices that effect so many people…Yet….he worked for over a week on my damn tree. He used money he did not have to buy gas for me so I could work. He is a real deviant.

No one will testify against him…because trust me, the dude would fucking kill you…no problem.

His blue eyes twinkle when he talks to me.

He reminds me of Santa Claus….he’s got those wrinkles round his eyes…

He is never to be trusted…not ever.

He and I understand each other.

He is a true predator.

He has no feelings.

He has no deep emotions.

He is an empty, scary individual.

…and he makes me smile every time I see him.