Gee, where is that man who can help?

 Back in 2014, I always thought the man who came to my house, 90 Forest Cove Drive, was going to help me.

He was tall. He had big patches on the elbows of his blazer... not the kind of patches that a person puts on a blazer because they are poor... but the kind that a guy buys, on purpose, because then he is stylishly not advertising his wealth to a poor little person such as myself.

Then, the next day he gave me back my key, to my house, because something else went wrong. I had a grey spackled and mirrored front entrance table with a candle on it that had a silver lid. He reached into my house and put the key on that table... if people would just stop erasing my pictures, I could prove everything I write with photos as well.

See? I just looked for a photo in my 'photo file...,' which is in my file but when I click 'browse' a lot of photos don't show up.

If 90 Forest Cove is a house the original owner is entitled to... that is me.

And, just so everyone knows... 90 Forest Cove is where I wrote my novel... 

The Orchard Walk El Dueck

My printer (the printing company I hired), due to a printing error, had to print UPC labels for every novel and I still have 720 labels of the 1,000 books I self- published.

The $7,000 worth of books I recycled at the depot, when I moved from one terrible rental to another, and no one helped to move all my books... I still had not adhered correct labels to.

I also don't recall if I sent the correctly labeled books to the Library of Congress. The rules of self- publishing required me to send one book for every 500 self- published books to them so I had to send them 2 books because I self- published 1,000 of my novels.

I quoted from my novella, The Red Dust Healers, in my novel, just in case I decide to publish my novella. I wrote that little creative writing book before I wrote my 428 page novel, The Orchard Walk El Dueck.