I know the premise of all the stalking and harassment is because Raebecca Grabowski and Alexander D Hays and they want me to talk shit about other people and amplify reasons for others to dislike me, thinking it's how I normally am instead of reacting to a situation. This matter is amplified by willing participants, my family and friends, to be part of some "team" experiment and their need to be a part of it due to intimidation, being manipulated or outright greed. So I limit what I write here because I'm not fulfilling the need of Raebecca and her crack-dealer and want to show that I'm not a malicious person.
I suspect that she fully knew about my abuse and harassment. Being a stripper, Fred Born being so pussy thirsty, would do anything a woman says
An introduction to how me met
She's my ex-girlfriend and my child's mother. We met at Deja Vu in Springfield Illinois when I was 18, during the summer of that year. She was 21 - almost 4 years older than me.
I won't write much more about this spiteful person, who never even gave me a single aspirin when I had Stage IV Hodgkin's Disease, but wanted to spend money for "Family Photos" (as seen above), basically because she thought I was going to die and wanted a picture of me before my hair fell out.
She helped John Whitlow, in Bloomington Illinois, steal hundreds of thousands of dollars from an insurance company. And after I told his wife he was spending it in Bloomington with Jennifer (a stripper), well, let's just say his stealing days were done and he went to prison. And she's still taking money from wealthy people to this day.
For now, just read the recent texts I have from Jennifer and you tell me if she's involved or is fully away about my abuse. This video below is not edited at all.
After having Hodgkin's disease in 1994, and after asking for my receipt of having been diagnosed with cancer (?!?), Jennifer dumped me. I lived, but struggled to stay employed at ADM after they were forced to re-hire me. The Equal Employment Opportunity Commission gave me a right to sue letters, finding Archer Daniels Midland guilty of Discrimination and Harassment. I never sued because I wanted to live a life free of that pressure of a huge corporation.
Up until I got out of prison in 2013 for gun-related charges and possession of cocaine with the intent to delivery, we didn't talk much or get along. Even blaming me for not paying for my frozen sperm in case I died are was no longer able to reproduce. I have sperm and didn't need to save it after I survived.
How Jennifer and I met was a friend of mine at the time, and later, one of the reasons I went to prison, used to go out of town and bar-hop. I'm 16 years old when we first started doing this, and, being tall, long hair-ed and having an air of solitude, I would usually get served.
After doing so in Springfield Illinois, we stopped by a place called DeJa Vu. It's a strip club, but I didn't know it was. I knew what whores were and prostitutes were but, personally, never been in a strip club. To be honest, I didn't watch porn much either, because I was a photographer and knew how to develop film. Meh.
So we go in there, with his reassurance that it wasn't "one of those places," and, why not, three drink minimum. We sit down and I see a clamor of women, dressed in hugging, skin-tight dresses, seemingly arguing. I told my friend that the drink was bad.
She's This kind of mean. Jennifer Emmerich attacked me from the back as I went up the stairs, circa 2014
Not that momentary laps of memory, but, you know, the strip club
Literally
She sat somewhat beside me and kept talking to me. I told her the drink tasted funny and she took a taste, then said "It is flat." I said "What do you mean? I can't taste the alcohol." She laughed and said they didn't serve alcohol and that's why you had to be only 18 to be in there. She said that clamor I notice was her and four other women arguing who gets to talk to me and she said she won. I paused, then asked her if she was a prostitute. She laughed.
I insisted we leave since there wasn't any alcohol (I was 18 at the time. Jennifer, I later found out, was 21-ish). We left, went to some bars, and on the way back to Decatur, stopped by there again. It was then that I saw Jennifer, nude, on stage, and I only glanced, but could tell she was the type that would tolerate my.... style.
My friend at the time, Dean Kilgore (and one of the reasons I went to prison in 2011) had a thing for one of the dancers there nicknamed "Starr." When the place was about to close, Jennifer asked me to meet her to hang out with her and Starr. At the insistence of Dean, we did. We walked up the stairs to an apartment that was one of those places that was obviously a house prior to being an apartment.
Prior to meeting them, Jennifer asked me if I wanted a lap dance and I said no. I concluded what it was but didn't want her to think I liked her and - you know - that ego thing. She hands me 10-dollars and said for me to do it, that her manager would get mad at her for talking to me for so long if I didn't. I followed her lead. She tells me that she played "... Save Your Love, by Great White and the extended version of Rock Me," which impressed me that she knew there was an extended version. Remember, this is the summer of 1990 and I didn't care for Great White, but, I digress.
While getting the dance I'm looking at all the other dudes glaring at me and not the women, which didn't surprise me, hell I was looking at them and not Jennifer. I still found it odd. I told her that and she smiled and she said "probably because of that" as she pointed to my crotch. I was a bit hard and if you know me, it would explain why that it was obvious. I felt uncomfortable about that, for sure.
So we all leave, went to the apartment, sat there, with Dean trying eagerly to speak with Starr. Jennifer said to me that she was going to go get cigarettes and asked if I wanted to come along. I said "No," and then she leaned into me ear and said "It will give them time to know each other."
We left and went to a White Hen Pantry, which I didn't know they had in Springfield like they did in Decatur. She asked if I wanted anything and I said "No." She asked "Do you have cigarettes?" I was embarrassed but replied "He spent all of our money at the place." She laughed, asked what brand, and bought us a pack. That sucked more than you know.
We returned and after a moment, Jennifer whispered to me "He's not getting any. We both liked you." Great. At least he's one of the guy friends I had that didn't hate me for it - he utilized it, which, is understandable.
We were leaving and she asked where we were going and I said Decatur. She said "Oh, wow, I'm from Decatur too." Dean had to work in the morning so we got in his 70s LTD and she followed in her late 80s Mustang. We went to his mother's apartment in Southern Hill because she wasn't there. He left to work and Jennifer and I fucked. For quite a while. I didn't sleep but she sure did - snoring loudly.
My other friends not long after asked me what I like the most about her. Most guys say shit like "Nice tits, nice ass, blowjobs, etc." My response was "She's left-handed."
I still get made fun of until this day. But really, I was never in a relationship with another left-handed person before. I thought it was quaint and even though I hate to admit it, I still do. I don't like her anymore, but, yeah. There's that
"​Sitting in your house of horrors
Memories tear at me from all sides
Ripping through my reborn flesh
To see your reflection deep inside"
Hell Again
By Jerry Godsey Jr
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