Fred Born.
Desparate for pussy.

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I could tell you some fucked up stories, but, he believes in god and, rest asure, god does not want him

More in-depth proof of how him and my sister joined together to displace me, land me on his doorstep and set up me missing my court dates for a continued restraining order against my sister. He's a junkie which is no excuse. People need to quit delivering him drugs and now, because he told me personally he'd tell on every one of them before he would deal with getting in trouble

As I got into the mind of the people upstairs, whoever there were, you could never tell because it was pitch black and my father would sit still, in a small lounge chair in the living room, held hostage by four sluts wanting revenge on ​me. My fistula, barely clean and covered, I would elongate a conversation to myself for hours, saying things like "Oh, Malia, tsk-tsk, you've listened to Raebecca and now you're in deep." Prodding the mind(s) of people upstairs that were not there, just my helpless father.

As morning came, I hear my father being allowed to get up, because he was not allowed in his own bedroom. I learned that when they shoved me into the hallway wall and left a permanent impression of my torso in the hallway wall. I heard next to nothing, and then I heard "Shut the fuck up!" as someone walked out of the front room, upstairs doorway.

That voice belonged to Fred born. Being a hero against a dying friend of his -  you know, saving my sister from words reacting to how they were treating me except my reactions were presented as the beginning, not the result. He was laying in my Father's bed with my sister, as they rallied people against me. Of course, Fred Born, his boney sister always giving inside scoop about the going-ons at the Circuit Clerk's office because she works there. You know, private information about people? Yep. She digs it up to gossip. Of course - Fred Born, where my cat food was delivered instead of my house. Of course, Fred Born that wanted the exact same Dalton Audio tower speakers I had. Fred Born, when my sister and father would block me from washing myself, I'd escape to Fred Born's, my friend. My sister and dad would laugh, "Hahaha. Yeah, Freddy's. Go there. Hahaha."

Where my major surgery information was taken from where I lived at 1175 N Wilder Ave and stashed away at Fred's. Where I was taking care of Fred while he supposedly had medical issues, telling me to watch the house as he took a giant hit from his meth bong, leaving me there at his house at 1040 20th Street (Dickenson) in Decatur Illinois. Never leaving his house, smoking meth all the time, stealing meth, in a house full of stolen items. Friends with Jennifer Kirby, Alexander D Hays.

As I sat there, having to take car of his meth and stolen items and his two dogs, I mean, I have cancer, need surgery, have a hole in the middle of my body and have two court dates to extend the restraining order against my sister.

Guess what? I didn't make the court dates.  I walked and caught the bus and it was too late. Good plan, Fred. All for the idea of pussy. That's why his daughter died. Because it was his gun that killed her.

Fred supposedly had the same colon cancer I did and was supposed to go to Cancer Care with me - because I never seen him go. He never told me what time he was going, so he was prepared to go with me. I told him he never said he would go with me, so I said I'd take the bus with him. And that's when that real, truly legitimate racist came out of him and he said "I'm not riding the bus with those niggers! Why do you think I gave you my bus pass?!"

As a woman once told me about guys doing meth, "Jerry, they do meth and all they want to do is fuck." Enter Raebecca Grabowski. Gross. Wait, let me change this story up. Let me give you some thought...

Fred kept asking me to take the keys to his house, and I kept refusing - it seemed like a setup. The same way of him wanting me to use his ATM card to get money for Meth. No deal. Wanted me to get a copy of his key made. Both the ATM and keys were done by Luke (William) Walker instead.