Jeff here. I am recording this for the Doc H.F. While waiting for my cab.

I was born October 13th which was on a Friday. Forget the year. My birth papers got wet and the date was smeared. They did get the fire finally under control and they were burned as well. So. I am guessing 1945 somewhere in England. My parents were killed in a bombing raid. The last thing my mother was supposed to have said: “Don’t stop now…”….__________________. My parents were still joined together, and mom was smiling when they found them after the bombing raid. I was farmed out to my uncle. That does own a farm somewhere in England’s countryside. Do not know how long I was there. My uncles cow kicked him in the head when it heard that German Plane. It did not drop anything there but in London. Talk about the coincidence of that day. My Aunt could not take care of me, my uncle or the cow. Short story I now live in America with a president that Trumps at cards a lot. Too busy working 2 jobs to notice what this president is doing.

I have these things I go thru: I am always alone. I really dislike people, so I stay away from them as much as possible.

I tried to dance. I twisted and shouted my back my back geezers the pain. I gave up dancing, well twisting.

I bought a self-driving car. It does help if you wait to crash open the car windows when you are underwater in it. That tool worked.

I was diagnosed with cancer and given 4 years to live. Then they found out it was a Derma logical disorder. My hair never grew back. The creams helped cure it. They rechecked after I was still alive after 6 years. I was going to sue the Doctor, but he died of cancer.

I drove a motorcycle for a while. It had a lot of quadraphonic mirrors. I drove it off a cliff. I jumped off it the very last minute. The hitchhiker was not so lucky. They thought the body was me. I could not get any ID because I died?

Credit cards were easier to get. I made up a social security number and it worked. Which I cannot explain. I get a retirement check every month which I cannot explain. I guess I worked in a factory and it is not much. The Social Security check is more.

I worked odd jobs and tried to have a writing, acting, singing, not dancing career as a comedian. No one laughed or clapped. I write terribly. If you are reading this then… it is not you.

I did write a book I self-published. Never saw a book, the publisher said, “Oh yeah! It is out there your cut will be 10 cents a book. When you get to $100, we will send you a check. With deductions. Still waiting 10 years now. Nothing. It was supposed to be on Amazon. I did pay off the $2,000.00.

My luck is not all bad. I met a wonderful wife all my male and a few female friends really liked. Until she ran off with Troy.

I raised 2 stepdaughters by her first marriage. They moved in with Troy also. They graduated college then moved in with Troy. Which was good I quit my third job soon after. Her name was Con Ning Yu.

My life has been good the last few minutes. Maybe this time……………….the cab is here….got to go.

Recorded by Tray. Autumn 2027. Not T R O Y = T R A Y. Note – recordings, are written and recorded by a recorder person who copies the tape recording in case of fires.