Interpretations ,

are generally not based on an individuals imagination, but reality-based stimulus; like the cost of inflation. Because , as a 5 year , old... I knew nothing but what I was told; however once a person reaches maturity, that philosophy gets kinda old.

Nevertheless, me and my siblings had a hobby; that I thought was a community service . Much like many a bojangler; whom many of which at the quarter of the century mark... knew better loong ago. Although, it would seem that this is a whole other story, as to those perpetrating the work of nonsense... to God goes the glory. As we lived a few houses down from a vacant lot, a few blocks west of 70th and state st. in Chicago Illinois. In a somewhat decayed, urban environment, that served as a garbage dump... for those too poor and unconcerned; to take things where they could be disgarded appropriately. Which is where me... my brother and sister; whom were three and four years older than me. Took it upon oursleves to HELP the community, by setting every mattress, couch, stove and refrigerator in that vacant lot on blaze... everyday, for upwards of a month.

N, when I say blaze, we'd have that whole vacant lot fully engulfed; like a bon-fire in an urban metropolis. Mainly , because, no-one ever came or said anything... and I am sure that the fire department was called... but no-one came.

Although, it would seem , that what we interpreted as community service... the elderly in the upper floors of the apartment building next to the bon-fires undoubtedly saw it differently. As the billos of smoke pouring through their inefficient windows, was arguably encroaching on their peace of mind, as well as health... as I myself use a cpap as a sleep aid. One which was sabatoged like a toy, when it was only a few years old... but that's another story altogether; that will be brought to you in DUE time. Meanwhile, we continued to do this, until one of those neighbors decided to load a mattress up with bullets. Nevertheless, I have no recolection of the encounter, as ALL I remember, is that Mom stopped letting us go out, and my sister started entertaining me with puzzles... that I would sprawl across the dining table for days. N, I would be oblivious to this unprecedented scenario now... had it not been for my mother telling me about it later in life, for reasons I'm not sure of now either. So sufficed to say, interpretations are as individual as a finger print... need I say more. I prepared this in connection with the blocking of those authors images on cavawho.com ; that I haven't gotten around to addressing, because of a situation I find myself in, right now.

Nevertheless, we at Esgrow are only interested in the facts, and we have no personal anomosities ... if spelled correctly, to Any enabling PARROTOT. #jusme

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