memory 176 :.....to be continued............

" Wait .." I turned to Norma and wanted to know the rest of the story on how people where making money off of my fathers death? Since Courtney love was never really married to my father I wanted to know how she was making money before I never really cared . If anybody who chose to want to get in contact with me or help me , obviously hadn't up to this point but because Courtney wouldn't shut the fuck up because she had two kids, I mean at the time, some sort of Ponzi scheme was run under the marker that Nirvana would became a company or even a conglomerate. And everybody who ever had a grudge with him was in on trying to kill him. So all these people believed they had stocks or some sort of ownership in the music , record sales, t-shirts , c.d.s, special edition collections, and posters. However for some reason Kris didn't tell them that to do something of that nature was illegal with a band. Whoever owned the rights to the song(s) has power to use the Nirvana name because works of art cant be made into a company in the first place . This was what I found out in Las Vegas. However since that was illegal and Courtney wouldn't "shut the fuck up". Kris collected the men and women who killed my father and said "look ill find out a way , to make this a company ." He created a ponzi -scheme and for some reason these people didn't want her to talk because of all the money they believed they would make through his death and the broad capitalism of the free market. However at this moment I didn't care any more to hear the gruesome stories she had for me for whatever reason. " I want..." I gained my composure, fight back the tears and continued forward. " That's it ..then I am leaving." She went to get her things but Barack Obama grabbed her and said "Its okay ..I just nosebleeds." I had walked up to Diane and stood next to her . As Gus began talking to his cousins a women of seemingly high social class had given Gus (mason) and closet homosexual a large shopping bag. She stood next to her brother, some one I would come into more company later in life..his name was also Gus. The man in the middle of the siblings I knew was Arnie Frank...at least that's what I had been told in the backyard we called "the Garden" . Gus(both) I had learned later hated Gloria Steinem. Norma had finished speaking to Barack and (in a weird way) was his cousin Stephen Brian Bush-Colbert. " I am sorry whats your name .." I asked politely to the man in the middle ." Barney ...." all the "cracka" people ( and I am excluding myself only) began making a fuss . " Whoa... Barney ?!?" Barack quipped. His ears began to bleed. " You got jet lag ?" Diane sang cheerily . At this point the woman turned slightly pale and had to leave. " Wait.." I said trying to stop her " I am not a leper may I know your name , you know be introduced." She clutched at her chest and fell a faint for second . Meanwhile Diane Allen shouted " Gloria Steinem!!" It shocked the shit out of Barack and he turned around and hit his well "kin" Stephen .Whhhaaaaaaaaackkkk !!! In the chest. He just lost it !!! As the commotion, calmed down . She finally reached towards me , she shook my hand and said: " Nice to meet you ." still pale and slightly humored. She had no clue ...just the way I liked them. Well Gus Haddad not the sibling to this woman, but her cousin began to leave. " Wait!!!!!!!!!" Autumn had exclaimed . A temper tantrum was about to occur. The man came back and Gus Haddad said: "hey introduce yourself to Monique." I later knew the woman as a head pastor at one of the largest "Franchised" evangelical companies in Texas. " Hey I am Bernie ...They call me the bull." the way he said it seemed to indicate that some how he had some sort of authority that I could never attained to. " Hey cous..you know um my cousin ..she brought this back from Portugal . Inside of the shopping bag was a metal green-colored bull it was beautiful. I just had to. "May I see it " I asked " Bernie are you a philanthropist ?" " Of sorts." he replied. " You know you're going to be a great service to the country." " Oh I was counting on it ," I wanted to scream to the farthest corners of heaven. " I am so relieved , you must see something in me , " At this moment I remembered that great ethical question " If you had a chance to kill Hitler before the holocaust would you?" " oh and I think you will be too." I retorted back . As I handed the bull back i could hear they all had a collective sigh of relief . In two seconds I had figured out what to do , if you wanted to stop the holocaust , since that was the real subject in the question is not how would you kill the man but how could you stop the holocaust . As everybody left, I looked at all those people in the stands , not knowing what the world had just done to them and they didn't even know it ..yet. Fuck Hitler ...kill the holocaust...I was so overwhelmed ...exhausted..and then I made a pledge to myself that I would smoke weed forever . I was fifteen besides true punks never die.