LAST UPDATED 12-18-2010

BuiltWithNOF
YEAR 2002

March, April, May, June, 2002

(pg 1) Well on Wednesday the 27th of March, the sheriff of Pike County showed up to pick me up at around 5:00 AM. When I saw that Sheriff Petty had came himself instead of having Tran court transport me.  I thought I would probably be wise to try and refuse to go with him on claim that I was afraid of flying.  But I was ready to get part of this over with.  I just hoped he didn’t have any plans up his sleeve like maybe a supposedly escape attempt to give him an excuse to shoot me in the back or something.  I decided to take a chance and go along.  I figured that I didn’t have much choice anyway. I got a little nervous when he took me out of the jail only in hand cuffs and no leg irons then when I walked over and got in his car he didn’t lock the door to keep me from jumping out and running a long the way.  I reminded him of the note he got from me at the stop in Atlas and the one he got from the nursery. He acknowledged it.  I told him that if he would run the wants on it.  He would find out that about ¾ of the ones that I said were cooks on it and he ignored had been busted.  He asked me if there was a lot of meth in Florida.  I told him that I hadn’t seen any but I heard

(pg 2) that there was a lot in Polk County so Florida was about to get their taste of it. I was nervous as hell and I had only had a couple of hours sleep before they had a couple of hours sleep before they had got me ready to go. I could tell he was too so we babbled back and forth about 4 or 5 different subjects.  We had a little trouble finding the airport but we made it. We pulled up to it’s dropping off the rental car the sheriff got out of the drivers side and left the keys in the ignition. I kind of grinned to myself but thought no and I opened the passenger side door and let myself out.  We then walked up to the airport. We went to check in. The sheriff had apparently brought copied document instead of originals so that delayed us enough to miss our flight.  But they had another flight going out to St. Louis about 3 hours later.  So it wasn’t a big inconvenience. We walked down towards our flight gate and the sheriff stopped at a store and bought me a pack of cigarettes and him a belt pack to keep some of his things on. Then we went over to the restaurant and he bought me a sandwich and we

(pg 3) asked the lady about somewhere to smoke she said that we could smoke at the bar which opened in about 10 minutes.  We went into the restaurant it was all an open area not like there were any doors to go to or from.  We sat down and he took my handcuffs off of my wrist so I would move a little better while I ate. Then the sheriff noticed that an airport security guard was walking around with his folder with our information on it.  He had apparently left it at the counter. The sheriff got up and went chasing after him and left me there. I don’t know if he wanted me to try and escape or If he was just that careless and nervous.  I know I was nervous. I thought about ducking under one of the tables to see if he would go running all through the airport when he came back. But instead I just waited on him to come back. By now I was so jittery that I started rattling about anything to try to calm his and my nervousness.  I had been rattling about sort of the stuff in my book. He probably didn’t have much of an idea about

(pg 4) some of what I was talking about since he hadn’t read the book at least not yet anyway. We had moved over by the bar where I could smoke after a while we went on up to the gate to wait for the plain to board.  He decided he had to go to the bathroom so he hooked one of my handcuffs to the chain he put the other one around my wrist but left it real loose when I probably could have slipped my hand out of it. I decided that it would be wise to just wait on him to come back.  I figured he would love to have an excuse to just shoot me and get this at least me over with.  I was just glad he hadn’t tried anything already. When we got in St. Louis he met up with Dusty, I guess one of his deputies.  We waited around to get our baggage from the plane. Then we went to their vehicle and got ready to go.  The sheriff decided that he needed to go back into the airport. So we pulled up out in front of the airport while the sheriff went inside. I was sitting in the front seat on the passenger side.  Dusty got out to stretch. I had to laugh to myself he had left the motor  

(pg 5) running. It would have been so easy to put the vehicle into gear and step on the gas then scoot on over into the drivers seat. I pictured what the expression on their faces would have been if the sheriff would have come out to find themselves without a vehicle. We started on up towards Illinois when he came out.  We stopped to get something to eat along the way. The sheriff decided to stop along the way and buy a lamp at one of the roadside stands.  I noticed that another unmarked police car drove past noticing us and drove down a block or town and turned, on of us said something and then the sheriff asked me if I would check out if that cop would have stopped me. I said it all depends on what I would have given him.  He chuckled and as we got going he made a comment something like somebody is going to die. I thought oh shit. Then I thought about the way he said it.  I started wondering.  I wonder if he has been recording me the whole time.  I started thinking about what all I had rattled to him.  A few minutes before I had told them that I had been stopped on the way to jail. I noticed he pulled out arrest sheet from Florida and asked what is the address of the jail? I said 402

(pg 6) Simpson Rd. He said this says made contact with subject at 400 Simpson Rd. So you didn’t turn yourself in. I said 400 Simpson rd is the sheriff’s dept next door to the jail. I got stopped over in Orlando while looking for somewhere to park my vehicle.  I didn’t tell him the details.  That I got stopped on a construction lot and told the cop when he asked what I was doing that I told him I worked there and we had had problems with vandalism there and gave him the owner of the company. He called and got their answering matching but the names on every thing matched with the equipment. I thanked him for stopping and checking it out for us. I don’t think he ever ran anything.  I thought he might have been recording me because earlier in the day when I mentioned to him you know you didn’t see me making an illegal left turn at Atlas because I had been sitting in that lot at least 30 to 45 minutes.  He didn’t answer. But he knew better that to try to deny it because we would have got deepen into the subject.  I got to thinking I was surprised that he acknowledged the list of names that I had gave him at Atlas and the one that he got from the people at the nursery.  He asked me if the

(pg 7) prosecutor had talked to me yet and let me know what he was planning on offering I guess that might have meant that the sheriff. And prosecutor had already worked out a plan he also told me that he got my letter.  I told him I thought he’d like that.  He said something about the part well I better get going. We both kind of chuckled. I told him I could have kept going forever.  I told him that I tried to talk to the prosecutor by phone several times by phone he would say he couldn’t talk to me because I had an attorney and when I would call Schnock’s office his secretary would say no money and hang up. Na, I didn’t think that I had said anything that should cause me any problems.  I started thinking about back at the airport in Orlando when the lady was questioning his paperwork. She had asked him why no one had signed as his superior. I’m as high as it gets.  I’m the sheriff, there isn’t anyone higher.  The lady gave kind of a goofy look and could you have maybe had the mayor sign.  I thought no wonder he came in person.  It made him feel like a king. He was probably thinking lookie here. I can do

(pg 8) anything I want to anybody.  I can completely destroy anybody and they can’t do anything about it. Here was a guy that he had trumped up charges against made up a bunch of lies for the paper work to look good and there was nowhere he could go in the country that I couldn’t go to bring him back to me. I’m it.  I’m the top dog. Here he and I know the truth about the situation and he can’t do anything about it because it’s my word against his. Now he knows nobody better try to upset me.  I was guessing his thoughts and I bet I wasn’t too far off. My thoughts about the situation were: don’t let your ego get away from you just yet, pal.  It ain’t over until it’s over. I was promised there would be an investigation.  And I was prepared to fight him in the court. At least one of us was in for a big disappointment. The question was which one.  I guess time would soon tell. If it turned out to be me so what it still wouldn’t be free entirely for them they would have to furnish my room and board and medical so at least I would get something out of it. He told Dusty that it was a trip from hell

(pg 9) after we met up with him. I bet In some ways it was a little troublesome for him.  With him knowing perfectly well that the only real crime I had committed in Pike County, IL was asking for some help and look what I had been through all over his lies trying to make himself look good.  I didn’t talk to him much about the supposedly traffic stop. I figured it wouldn’t be in my best interest at the time I was more worried about showing up alive.  I didn’t want to get in any argument with him to give him an excuse with me in handcuffs and him with a gun.  Besides that if I would have been recording anything he would have just erased anything that made him look questionable.  I figured there would be a better time. My mail goal at that time was arrive alive.  We arrived at the jail.  They seemed to be treating me pretty well in there compared to last time although they were keeping me locked down in a holding cell 24 hours a day.  They were nice enough to allow me to take a shower on Sunday.  Once in 5 days was a lot better than last time. Once in 3 weeks. They brought in

(pg 17)We also have Big G Gorden here, who I shared a cell with for a while. His crime was being big and black. He had a lot going for him for a while.  He had a scholarship to play football for Kentucky a free college ride thing looked good for his future until he got pulled over in Oceola County. He said that he got pulled over and the cop asked him for the registration and insurance card. When he reached for the glove box to get it the cop sprayed him with mace. Before he knew anything else the cops, along with the first one, were beating the hell out of him. The cop said that he thought he might have been reaching for a weapon is why he maced him. The cops searched Big G’s car thoroughly and found nothing.  They decided to charge him with assault on a (LEO) Law Enforcement officer.   Even though there wasn’t a mark on the officer. Big G’s mug shot showed he had plenty of dings and bruises.  The officer claimed he got hit in the stomach during the alteration.  Big G is doing a year no.  His future and dreams all destroyed.

 April 2002

(pg 18) Get a job with insurance to pay for it instead of Pike County. I inform her that I didn’t issue the warrant that Pike County did.  And I needed medication on Tuesday the ninth. They took me over to count and I met Mrs. Miller, the lawyer they had appointed for me. She seemed like she would be a pretty good lawyer for me. I mentioned in the courtroom that I wanted all of the motions I had filed to be heard. She had just got the case so she didn’t have time to look at anything. Judge Rosenberry was still the Judge and he postponed everything for another week. I mentioned bond to her and she brought it up. The judge said it would remain, as it was no bond. I got back over to the jail and asked them to bring me some Tylenol. They didn’t at noon when they brought the trays. I asked again. They didn’t bring any. So I asked again when they brought dinner. They didn’t bring any so I asked again when they came to get the trays.  About an hour went by.  I had noticed that the other inmates had used the intercom to ask for stuff. It had a button.

(pg 19) The CO’s sat.  So I reached up and pushed the button.  Theresa a co answered and said “what’s the emergency?”  I said “I needed some Tylenol”. She said “that’s not an emergency.”  I said “it is to me.” She then said that I was going to be locked down for 72 hours for using the intercom to ask for Tylenol. There was nothing in the inmate handbook that said we could not use it to communicate with them and no sign around it that said we couldn’t use it.  She came back there and said I had to lock down in my cell so I went in to the cell and hollered a couple of insults to her then started kicking the door with the back of my foot.  She said to quit and I told her not until I get some Tylenol. It didn’t take long for them to bring me some after that.  Now I was stuck without a shower for another 4 days. I wrote down everything that had happened. How I had repeatedly asked then to let me see a doctor and a dentist since I had been there and that another inmate has asked to see a dentist and the let him but not me.  I then sat the letter under the door and asked the other six inmates that were in our cell block to read it and if

(pg 20) they signed it the two federal prisons won and his cellmate and one of the other inmate’s Jammie and Will.  The other 3 inmates came to my door and said that they agreed with what the letter said 100% but they were afraid to sign it because they hadn’t been sentenced yet. I told them that if they didn’t feel confortable then don’t sign it.  I didn’t blame them and wouldn’t hold it against them.  I wrote a letter to the newspaper on a separate issue challenging Sheriff Paul Petty to take a Lie Detection Test and wrote that three of the drug charges that I was facing were for pissing in a cup. And requested that would anyone that was in the restaurant in Atlas that day the sheriff stopped me to please come forward and tell what they had saw. Because the sheriff was claiming he had seen me on the highway making illegal left turns when I had been sitting on their lot for at least 30 minutes.  I had sent out a couple of other letters on Tuesday bitching about the treatment. On Saturday they finally let me out to get a shower. My brother had came to visit so I took the letters with me and

(pg 21)  my brother to mail for me. He said that they would open the letters and read them first because they read all mail. I said this is outgoing mail he said it didn’t matter. I said then I want my brother to get a copy of the letters since he was here because the last two letters I had sent out didn’t get received. Then he said that he would tell them.  I told my brother that was visiting me, that he needed to go ask for the letters on at least copies of them that I wanted him to have them. One was the letter that the other inmates had signed.  I had addressed it to the clerks office saying to file it with my case and give it to my attorney Mrs. Millen and the other one was addressed to the Pike Press. They refused to give him the letters on a copy of the letters. I told him that they were also refusing to let me see a doctor and showed him how my back was swollen.  I told him that if he didn’t get the letters on a copy of then to go to the State Police when he left.  He didn’t get the letters on a copy of then so he went to the State Police.  They told him that they didn’t have any jurisdiction over the jail that there

(pg 22) the civil rights on Monday and drove to Springfield complaining and tried to get a hold of Bob Doty. He stopped and seen me again on Monday and said that he was going to see to it that they let me see a doctor.  On the 16th, I had court again. Mrs. Millen came over and talked to me and I told her some of what was going on.  The judge left my bond at 0 no bond.  When Mrs. Millen came to talk to me I told her that I thought I could prove that the sheriff was lying to go look at the lot in Atlas. It was only about 25 feet from the corner and it wasn’t big enough for what the sheriff claimed happened and I thought I had the names of some witnesses that were in the restaurant at the time and I wanted to put the ad in the paper. She had an offer that they had made plead guilty to two felonies and take two years probation plus cost. They would drop four charges but they would all come back if I ever missed a payment on revolted probation. It didn’t sound like a good deal to me to plead guilty to charges that I wasn’t guilty of and they would drop some of the other charges I wasn’t guilty

(pg 23) her something that I had looked up in their library in the LLCS books in the Jail Library when they had let us go to it a day on two before in the LLCS book under criminal procedure chapter 725 LLCS 5/110-6.5 under drug testing program.  Testing program that a judge could order drug testing but it couldn’t be used unless it had been sent to a second lab then analyzed to make sure it was not a false positive and come back clean and convincing evidence that it was positive then the maximum that a defendant could get for it would be 5 days in jail and the results of any drug testing conducted under this policy shall not be admissible on the issue of the defendants guilt in connection with any criminal charge.  And they couldn’t make the results public.  Then under chapter 720 LLCS 5/24-1 criminal offenses unlawful use of a weapon that if a person has a loaded weapon in his vehicle that was not inside of a container and immediately accessible then it would be a Class A Misdemeanor upon conviction not a Class 4 felony if defendant wasn’t a convicted felon. 

(pg 24) A couple of days later they put me in shackles and cuffs and paraded me into the doctors office for everyone to see me in my black and white striped outfit along with the shackles and chains.  The doctor looked at me and saw how the left side of my back was all swollen and how my right shoulder was sagging down. She wrote me prescriptions and orders them to take me to the hospital to have x rays, blood work, and a cat scan and wrote out orders for them to let me see a dentist for my tooth ache and to have my eyes checked.  From there Dustin, the deputy, took me to the hospital and paraded me through there in my black and white stripes along with the shackles and chains.  They were getting me ready to do the x rays and the blood work and said I would have to come back at one for the CAT scan.  When the jail called Dustin, the deputy, and told him not to let them do anything. He told them we had to go and that we would get back with them at the hospital.  Then took me back to the jail later and I ask for a copy of the physician orders and they said they were lost.

(pg 25) started bringing me the prescriptions. I told them that they muscle relaxations were helping my back but weren’t doing anything for my tooth. So I needed some Tylenol.  They said that they couldn’t bring me any Tylenol because I was taking prescriptions so I asked then to contact my doctor and notify her that the pain pills she has prescribed weren’t doing a good enough job and that they hadn’t let me see a dentist.  I had also asked Dustin, the deputy, to give me a copy of the doctor’s orders when we got back to the jail that day.  He said ok and left me in the booking room. When he came back he didn’t have the papers with him so I asked him about it and he told me that he had lost them. I filled out some more request forms over the next few days asking to see a dentist and a psychiatrist because I was starting to get real depressed. On Friday the 3rd they said I was out of the round pink pills they had been giving me.  On Saturday my brother had came to visit so I told him they still hadn’t ran the test or gave

(pg 26) the muscle relaxers and my back was starting to swell again. He said he was going to get something done and left. About 30 minutes Rick, one from the jail, came in and gave me the muscle relaxers and told me that I had a dentist appointment for Monday. I don’t know what they did with the letter that the other inmates had signed but they came in and took the two Mexican inmates that had signed it and moved them to a different cell and took Will Laneto a different cell.  They still hadn’t fixed the light in my cell from being on bright 24 hours- 7days a week.  They brought in another inmate to my cell for a couple of days. Event triplett he complained about the bright light too while they dimmed everybody else’s.  He and his wife had had their problems with the sheriff too.   He said his wife tried to bet sheriff’s petty that he couldn’t pass a drug test and he backed out. The talk about the jail was that a guy named Gary Barns had got busted with 57 grams but by the time he got to count it, it was only 27 and then

May  2002

(pg 27) 5 bright bails missing missing from the recent big meth bust in the area.  They took Event out of my cell and brought in another inmate James Nash.  They took back the extra mattress they had given me for my back about a week earlier on James complained about the light from the first night they had brought another inmate in to Will’s cell a Federal Prisoner Dan Deheeve.  After a couple of days James Nash put some paper and cardboard over the light.  It said in the inmate’s handbook that we weren’t allowed to do that but he had been here before and the cos knew him and let him slide with it.  On Tuesday morning I had court again a couple of cos came in and put a dim light in our light.  So it could be turned down at night. I asked them if that meant I was going to get to get bonded out today you’re finally fixing the light.  They laughed and said maybe.  My attorney, Mrs. Millen, came in and talked to me a little before court. They paraded Will, Nash, and I over to the court house in our shackles and chains there was a guy outside

(pg 28) as we walked to the court house in our black and white stripes with our shackles and chains and cuffs. When I got to the court room Debbie and my brother had showed up for court.  The judge good ol’ Rosenberry said that he was gone to continue it on the pre hearing until May 17th in case we wanted to settle out. I asked about a bond so Mrs. Millen asked the judge if we could have a bond. He said that since I hadn’t had a bond hearing since Oct of 2000 that he would hear it. It was brought up that I missed court for medical reasons and had sent hospital and doctor statements and when I got no reply I called the prosecutors office and he said he couldn’t talk to me then when I would call snacks office they would say no money and hang up.  That I had turned myself in to get this over with and that I had a different attorney now.  I tried to have some money issues brought up he cut me off and said he didn’t want to hear it bond would remain at 0 no bond.  I had read in the Illinois ILCS book that the only way you could be held without bond is if you were facing the death penalty or an immediate threat to someone and if so, you would have to have a hearing within ten days.

(pg 29) If he was facing the death penalty.  Here I was being denied medical treatment and being held on a 0 bond for what should be a class A misdemeanor. As I left the courtroom I told Debbie and my brother to get a hold of a civil rights attorney for me.  After I was taken back to the jail a short time later Debbie came to visit. She told me that Butch was over at the newspaper and that they were going to put my ad in the paper. She asked which civil rights lawyer I wanted that they were going to get a hold of one for me. I told her that I didn’t care just get me one.  A little later they opened my cell and called me to the front. Sheriff Paul Petty took me into the booking room. Petty acted real nice at first he asked me if there was anything I needed at all and I told him some medical treatment would be nice and a dentist appointment like I asked for when I first got here. Then I told him that he could tell the truth about what happened.  I told him that he forgot about the restaurant being opened that there may be witnesses.  He told me that he knew the people that were

(pg 30) tell me what all he felt went on.  I told him I felt that he, I, deputy Lehr and Larry should all take Lie Detection Test.  That he had over a year and a half to tell the truth. Now I was getting a civil rights attorney. He said that all my visits were cancelled and that I couldn’t have any sure visits. I got up and we walked out of the booking room and he told me to go back to my cell. So I went back and called my attorney and told her secretary what had happened. He had also threatened saying that I was getting my brother in trouble so I called him and told him what the sheriff said and told him he ought to bring a witness with him when he came down in case Sheriff Petty was planning on finding something on him too. Later that night they brought my medications and said that they were out of the muscle relaxers in jail and only gave me one instead of two.  My cellmate Jamie had filed out another request asking for some kind of help on treatment.  He was complaining that sheriff Petty who used to go with his wife’s sister and Judge Rosenberry were trying to split this

(pg 31) cut himself with a razor blade later Connie came back to our cell and I showed her how my back was starting to swell up again.  Rick, the jailer, came back to our cellblock and let us know that my ad had gotten into the paper and it turned out that Jamie hadn’t cut himself very bad. On Friday the 10th I showed the CO/Jake my back was starting to swell and asked for Tylenol about some 6 times and they didn’t bring any on my room medications. Around 4:00 PM three cos came into our cell block and said everybody had to go to the library. While we were in the library they went through everybody’s stuff, paperwork, and everything messing things up while they searched. I can see them coming in and checking for contraband but we should have the right to be present to keep them from going through our legal paperwork.  I had asked Dustin the other so 2 or 3 times about bringing me some Tylenol during the day also.  They still hadn’t let me see a dentist. Only about 2 of the CO would even bring me any Tylenol since they started giving me prescriptions. They sure made a mess of things during their searching. I could tell that they went through the

(pg 32) because I had placed some staples between the pages and they were all over the room. Friday night they brought in another guy for my room. He said that he was just here for the weekends.  He said that they gave him a choice of 10 days or 10 weekends for illegal consumption as a minor.  He was just 18 and his name was Josh Kindel.  We were all sitting around in the T.V. room and someone said something about Sheriff Petty. He interrupted and said Petty was a good guy.  Why he was already let me go on three DWIs. The first time was about a year ago. My friends and I were driving on the highway going out of town and we were all drunk and we came down the highway only going about 45 miles and hour so we blew around him in a no passing zone going about 65 then he hit his lights. He saw all the beer cans in the back of the pick up and asked us what we were doing. I told him that we were going to a wedding reception.  Sheriff Petty had Deputy Greenwood with him.  He had my passenger ride in his GMC and had Deputy Greenwood drive me home.

(pg 33) He didn’t charge us with any thing but the jailer Dusty is my cousin.  I said if the sheriff is so god to you why are you in jail. He said well the last time he caught me I was driving drunk with another guy and a girl and I got into a wreck.  The girl hurt her head and was bleeding pretty good so my friend called 911 and the ambulance and fire department came to but Petty said that if we hadn’t called 911 he wouldn’t of gave me a ticket but he had to because of that.  But he didn’t charge us for the marijuana.  The guy with me threw out a bag of pot and one of the guys on the fire department gave it to petty.  I said what became of that he said I don’t know nobody mentioned anything about it except the guy on the fire department but I have a cousin that is on the fire department to and he mentioned it to me.  I said what did you get out of the DWI he said to the jail and put me in the black guys cell for 12 hours and then he let me go but I had to pay $650 fine

(pg 34)  to sue because I was just 17 years old. I said “why are you doing weekends?” He said they got him for illegal consumption and he was already on probation over the DWI for 12 months.  I thought this was just great and I could see the jury that is going to be over my case now. Why as many times as Petty let me go driving and drinking.  If this guy didn’t deserve to go to jail he wouldn’t be here. I was hoping that the jury I got wasn’t going to be related be some how I’m figuring I might not have much luck with it.  Then a couple of other guys in the jail starting bitching about how no good Petty was and hadn’t done them no favors and how he adds shit and does people. Then another guy said that’s why Deputy Danny Taylor and Deputy Dean Carter quit right after Petty got elected.  He said that the deputy Danny Taylor said he quit because of Sheriff Petty was doing to many illegal things to innocent people. The 18 year old said “yeah, I heard that to but I hadn’t had any problems with Petty.”  The other inmates said “They probably smoked the pot.” 

(pg 35) Then the other inmates started talking about Judge Rosenberry. They said that Judge Rosenberry, Brett Irving and Harshmen all got caught with some cocaine and that Harshmen took the blame to get Rosenberry and Irving out of it. But it still cost Rosenberry and Irving some money to keep their names out of it.  That was when Irving first got into office. Josh said “Yeah, I heard something about that too, after he left they brought in another guy, T.J. He was here for driving drunk and got into an accident.  The guy with him got a broken leg and he was facing a $500 bond then they lowered it to $200. A couple of days later I was still complaining because only a couple of the COS would bring me Tylenol and they had cut the muscle relaxers to one 3 times a day instead of 2 3 times a day and my teeth were still bothering me. I filled out a couple more request to try to get back to the doctor and to a dentist. Finally Rick Orr came back and told me that they had made me a dentist appointment about a week later they took me to the dentist.  He said that my problem wasn’t my teeth. The problem was I had a bad

(pg 36)  my teeth that It needed to be treated.  They took me back to the jail and I filled out more request over the next couple of days my new cellmate was a guy named Kevin Lench. He was here for an order of protection violation.  He said his wife had filed one against him while he was in Arkansas and he was never served anything so he didn’t know about it.  He said that he got back up here in this area and that he called her on the telephone and her he was. He’s been here about 2 weeks and he claims that she dropped the protection order.  I told him there must be a little more to this I heard that an order of protection violation that didn’t involve violence was usually a 2 hour jail visit for the first offense and that after you get several papers saying she has filled one. He said no there wasn’t anything else and they had given him a June court date.  Jamie Kuntz said believe him my brother is in here right down the hall for the same type of shit.  Finally on Wednesday the 22nd of May they took me back to see the doctor. But this time it was a different doctor

(pg 37) instead of the lady I had seen the first time and Rick and Zack that took me knew this guy real well.  They went talking to him as friends talk.  I thought this figures. He looked over my back and saw how it was swollen and checked my senses and looked in my ears. I told him that the swelling had started to go down but they cut the meds in half they were giving me and it was starting right back up. Ad most of the people that worked at the jail were refusing to even give me my Tylenol to go with the prescription they said they couldn’t because I was taking a prescription. He said that he would write an order for them to give me Tylenol and was going to double up the muscle relaxers again and that he was going to prescribe something for my sinus infection. I told him that the other doctor had ordered some test and other things to be done and that the jail didn’t do it.  He didn’t say anything in response. He may have been there friend but at least he did address some of my medical needs too.  He said he was calling in some prescriptions. They took me back to the jail. I had another trip paraded around town in

(pg 38)  shackles, cuffs, and chains.  Later when they brought me medications I told them that I thought I was supposed to be getting more to check.  But they didn’t bring me more that evening. I told them again when they brought me medications. They didn’t give me any extra. Some of the night shift had been bringing me extra pills when I would ask for something for pain. It wasn’t consistent and when they did I wasn’t sure of what they were giving me one time it would be Tylenol the next it might be 3 or 4 red pills, or odd shaped white pills, or colored pills.  I usually asked for something for allergies or sinus pills they were usually different too. The next morning they didn’t give me any extra or at lunch then I had a visitor. My brother had got a lawyer to come to the jail to check on my medical.  He said he was going to talk to them.  About an hour later they brought me some more meds.  That night they brought me a bunch of pills, the next morning they only gave me 1 selexa and 1 viox I told Dustin that I thought I should be getting more.  He gave me a white pill from a prescription bottle.  At noon Luke brought me just one muscle relaxer and he said that they would be

(pg 39) be getting more. He didn’t bring anything else back. That night Clint brought just one muscle relaxer and one little green pill the antibiotic.  I filled out a grievance complaining about it.  Saying could someone please let me know just what the situation was supposed to be with my meds.  The next day Rick Orr showed up.  Dan Deheeve was having problems with them on his medical too. He took us both up to the medical room and went through the pills and said I hadn’t been getting the right stuff because no one had written it up on the board so he wrote it up there what all I was supposed to be getting.  I see why in Missouri people have to be licensed and certified to pass out meds. They still hadn’t gave me back the extra mat they let me have for about a week before they came and said they needed it back because they were so full at the jail.  Jamie Kuntz had been complaining for about a week he didn’t have any money in his commissary and hadn’t had any soap to shower with or anything. He was told that tax dollars weren’t going to be wasted buying him soap. Everything they sell you here is way the hell over priced compared to what you can buy out of jail.

may 2002

(pg 40)  The price they charge for one bar of soap you could get a whole pack of them in a store.  The tobacco they sell us is the pouches of tobacco you have to roll your own with papers.  On the outside it sells for around a dollar less for a small pack but in here the charge us $5.00 for a small bag of tobacco. I don’t understand how they can do this.  If I was doing something like that outside of jail the law would probably arrest me.  I guess it’s alright for the law enforcement system to.  They say they are the law.  There phone service is the same way 50¢ a minute plus if you call collect $4 or $5 connecting fee.  My view of the legal system is that the cops have turned into robbers.

 On Saturday May 25, Rick had written on the board I could have Tylenol as needed. I asked Luke night after lunch for some and he didn’t bring them. I asked again when he brought the pill for me at dinner. His shift got over and I still hadn’t got any. Clint came on and I asked him for some Tylenol.  He didn’t bring any.  At 8:30, I asked Theresa for some Tylenol.  She said she would bring me some but not until 10:00 when it was time for lock down.

May, June 2002

(pg 41) Things changed a whole lot so for as getting some Tylenol for pain.  On the 29th night shift brought me some Tylenol when I asked but day shift didn’t.  On the 30th when I asked for Tylenol Stephanie told me I need any. The other co didn’t give me any when Luke brought dinner medications he went and got me some.  I am only getting them about 1 out of every 5 times I aske as before. I went over to count on the 30th another trip in town wearing black and white stripes with chains and cuffs.  The new attorney showed up. They made me another court date for next Wednesday. On Friday and Saturday they didn’t bring me my evening medications.  When I told them they just ignored it like they usually do when I asked for Tylenol.  On Sunday night there was supposedly an attempted escape from the block. I say supposedly because from what I heard and saw I have my doubts.

June 2002

Approximately three days before I was to go to court in Pike County, my attorney Mike Drake came to see me.  I had told him how I thought it was a little strange that Sheriff Petty knew the back way out of my place when he went down there to search it the first time. My attorney showed me a paper he had copied out of the Pike County Plat Book.  He asked me if I was aware that Frank McCartney JR’s name was listed as the owner of over 1,500 acres of property around the 40 acres that I owned. My attorney said that he had brought it up to the prosecutor Frank McCartney and he was wondering if that had anything to do with why they were doing me the way they were. He also said that Frank McCartney said that if I didn’t plead guilty that he was going to try and change the unlawful use charges to aggravated unlawful use, which carries mandatory 10 years and he wouldn’t be allowed to tell the jury the difference in the sentences.  Another words, if the jury found me guilty of having the Tazer thinking I would just be booking at a small fine or short jail time.  He wouldn’t be able to tell them the difference. While he was talking to me, a jailer came in and told my attorney that he was wanted on the phone. It was Frank McCartney calling.  He talked to hi there and hang-up.  Then he told me that McCartney was telling him. If I would plead guilty to one misdemeanor of unlawful use, he would drop the other two charges and I could leave with time served with no probation or anything.  He felt I should take it because if they had a hand picked jury from Pike County, they might find me guilty no mater what kind of defense we put up plus they were going to change the charges if I didn’t take the deal. I told him I was counting on facing Petty in court.  He told me I should take the deal then we could get these monkeys in the Supreme Court in Spring field Illinois out of there jurisdiction.  I was thinking about, while we were speaking, the jail was taking most of the people that were in my cell block out, moving them to another part of the jail and they were bringing in different people into my cell block. I did not know why they told them they were being moved or whom they were intending on bringing into replace them with. My attorney kept telling me I probably should take this deal since it was in Pike County and no one had located any sure witnesses from the restaurant in Atlas.  They had some names but had not been able to locate any of them.  It was obvious that I was not going to be able to get the defense evidence I needed from inside the jail without access to anything. I told Drake my attorney that I would go ahead and take the deal.  I figured at least I would be out where I could make a better case and figured I could withdraw the plea after I got out. He went to tell them I would take the deal.  About fifteen minutes later, they came to get me and took me over to the courthouse. After I got to the courtroom, it suddenly became aware that I was to plead to two misdemeanors of unlawful use charges, but it would still be time served. Naturally, it was Judge Rosenberry.  He said he was setting a date for me to see the probation officer for a pre-sentence investigation.  Drake asked judge Rosenberry about bond.  There was no problem now that they were getting their guilty plea.  Suddenly I could leave with a $5000 bond. $500 cash would get me out.  Then Judge Rosenberry said, “Now I don’t have to sentence him on what had been agreed upon. If he wanted to, he could change it.”  Then he set a date for court. Naturally he picked a date that my Attorney would not be available.  When we left the courtroom, I asked Drake how come it changed from one misdemeanor to two. He said, “Judge Rosenberry changed it saying he would not go for just one.”  Then he said that Rosenberry was just rattling when he said he could change the plea agreement of time served. He wouldn’t change anything. I told him that if Rosenberry was going to be the sentencing judge, then I was going to withdraw the plea. He said he would see about getting a different judge.  Butch paid the bond and Debbie drove up to give me a ride from Butch’s in Quincy. After Debbie picked me up, I had her drive me to the Atlas Café where I had been asking everybody for the last year to go to find any witnesses that had seen what happened.  Everyone kept telling me it was no use or they couldn’t locate anybody from there.  I walked into the restaurant, ordered a meal, and asked the waitress if she where I could locate the waitress that would have been working there in June of 2000 when I was stopped by the police in the parking lot.  She said, “That would have been my sister Sheila Webb.”  She told me where she lived, which was only about ten minuets up the road to her house. So much for the witness that couldn’t be located by anyone I had asked to help.  I drove straight to the ladies house in less than 20 minutes of my first attempt.  I managed to be face to face with someone that was at the seen where I had been stopped. It made me wonder about why if others had been trying to help me, it took me less than 20 minutes to do what I had been asking them to do for over a year.  I introduced myself and told her about me getting stopped at the restaurant in Atlas in June of 2000.  I told her I was trying to locate anyone who might have seen anything that day. Sheila said, “I don’t know if I can help you out much, I really did not see that much.  All I saw was you were sitting there parked for quite a while on the parking lot. There was another guy in the car also when the sheriff and that other car showed up and jumped out with their guns drawn. Then they started going threw your car.” I said, “Sheila, that’s more than I need, thank you very much, I am trying to find anyone that saw I was at the restaurant parking lot when I got stopped. The sheriff is claiming that he stopped me for making an illegal left turn and states he followed me on to the lot.  He stated that I tried to spin a U-turn, point a Tazer gun him and threaten him.”  She said, “Awe bullshit, you had been parked there for a long time before the cops showed up. I said, “Well that’s another thing, the sheriff claims he was the only vehicle there.” She said, “No, there was a cop car and the sheriff in his GMC or Suburban or that white vehicle of his.”  They she named off three or four other people that were in the restaurant that saw all of it. I asked her if she would have any problem telling what she saw.  She said, “No, I don’t have a problem telling what I saw, I am not going to lie for anybody.  I can not hardly believe that the sheriff would make up so much shit knowing the restaurant was open.” I then showed her the add that I had put in the paper.  She told me that she had not seen it because she does not get the Pike Press. She saw the picture in my hand that Butch had taken for me of the Atlas Café parking lot and had them blown up.  Sheila said, “I can show you right on that picture where you were.” She drew on the picture within a foot or right on the exact spot where I had been saying I was.  Debbie was watching with amazement. I told her I might need her to testify.  She said, “I will gladly since Petty is making up that much shit.”  She didn’t blame me a bit for not pleading guilty and she was not afraid of Petty. She wouldn’t lie for him or anyone else. I thanked her and Debbie and I left. I could not help but ask Debbie if they were all are trying to help me so much, how come I just found a witness in less than an hour. For over five months in jail, I had constantly asked Debbie and Butch to go to the restaurant. I asked her, “What was so hard about that.”  Debbie said, “I’m sorry.” I was thinking to myself, “Yea I bet, about like hearing from her, Cindy, Mark, Karen, and everybody else that who said that if I turned myself in that they would back me and be there for me.” Hell, I knew well before that that they were not going to back me.  They didn’t need me.  All they had to do was stand up and tell what they knew and this whole mess would have ended. If they had any intentions of standing up for me, they would have done it long before now.  They weren’t about to tell what they knew on my behalf. But what the hell, I knew that before I moved in with Debbie.

From there, I stopped at the Pittsfield Hospital to try and get something for back pain. The steel bunk in jail had been taking its toll on me and when I left the Pike County Jail they would not let me have my meds.  They said that they paid for them and they were theirs. I had to go get my own subscription now. Then we went on to Republic where Debbie was living.

A day or two later, I picked up a Joplin paper.  I read in it that a good friend ‘Rick Depriest’ was dead. It was also on the new. He was a good friend of mine.  One of the few friends that I felt was a true friend. I had worked on several construction jobs as well as other ventures with him for the past several years. He grew up around the Joplin area and his family was deep in the area.  I had been avoiding him for the last couple of years out of respect because I knew if I would have asked him for help or if he found out what was happening with me around Joplin it could have gave him problems too. Besides that, Rick had run around with the wild bunch most of his life.  I figured if he found out from some of the people he knew or threw the grapevine, then he would have gotten involved trying to stop it.   I had been hoping that he and a few other friends had already reported what was happening. I just hope that was not what got him killed.  The news stated that he was run over by an asphalt laydown machine.  I just can not see that happening.  I could see him get into a fight and get thrown into a hopper, but not ran over by an asphalt laydown machine.  Rick was one of the best in the field when it came to work.  Almost every job I had worked on with him, he went straight to a spot where dependability counted. I have to say in my mind, Rick was to good to get himself hung up in any equipment, much less than a asphalt laydown machine.  He went to college on a sports scholarship for coaching.  I had heard he had been coaching for Carl Junction School. Isn’t that the shits, he just started doing well for himself and now he is dead.  Ran over by an asphalt laydown machines that only sits a couple of inches off the ground and moves extremely slow.  I am going to miss him a lot.

At the funeral, I saw a lot of people I knew from working around Rick. They were all in as much disbelief as I was. Trying to figure how someone could possible get ran over by an asphalt laydown machine.  It just doesn’t figure.  I was praying that it was not something that might have come up if he tried to do something about the Joplin area. When I walked in to the funeral parlor, I turned a lot of heads. I saw some of the people that had been involved in my problems.  I looked

(pg10) them all straight in the eyes.  I made it a point to tell several of them I was writing a book. My mind has been made up.  I am going after them and I am not afraid of them.  What is the worst they can do to me now, make my back quit hurting? That would probably be doing me a favor. They have already done everything possible to destroy me.  I don’t figure they can hurt me anymore than they have already. I wasn’t going to run form them anymore and if they wanted to try round two on my bumper, well bring it on.  I would shut it down real fast.  Hindsight is 20/20. Dam, why didn’t I take that shot in January of 2000 on Wall Street?  Maybe the pen in my hand will be how I can destroy them.  There is a saying in the Bible, Know the truth and you shall be set free.  In this case, the answer may be, let the people see the truth.  I hope my book does just that.  I think the mob hates advertisement more than anything.  I bet they are wondering if something happens to me, will the book be investigated. I saw Sheila, Rick’s wife. It was hard. I was around when they first got together. We had

(pg11) ran together quit a bit.  She saw me and came over. She gave me a hug and said, “are you alright?” I nodded my head to tell her yes.  She then told me to be careful. There were a lot of people at his funeral. He was going to be missed by a lot of us.

Back at Debbie’s, a couple of days later I called Berry Dobbs and his friend Paul answered and said Berry wasn’t home. I told him to tell Berry that Glen Hindbaugh called. He told me that he had heard a lot about me and Berry was just right up the road.  Then he told me that Berry would want to see me and ask me to drive out there. He told me that he would tell Berry that I was on my way out.  I told him I didn’t have any transportation because Debbie’s car was acting up.  He said he would come and get me, if I wanted him to. It may have been foolish of me to do this, but I told him where I was at.  If I tried to hide from any of them, they would definitely be coming anyway.

Paul showed up about thirty minuets later. He looked just like one of the guys that had been on my bumper.  Yes I did have a gun on my before I decided to go with him, you know it! He told me that he had wanted to meet me for a long

(pg12) time. Berry had told him a lot about me and he told me that he was glad to finally meet me.  I told him that he looked like someone I met in February of 2000 at a truck stop in Cuba, Missouri where Hwy 19 and Hwy 44 meets.  He told me that he did not think it was him.  We drove on to Berry’s house. Well, that was an interesting experience. 

Berry and I talked for a couple of hours and Berry and his friends were not afraid to break anything out in front of me. I told Berry I was writing a book and he was in it too.  He told me that they had underestimated me badly. I told him that no one had been following me months now. I wondered if they are calling it quits or what? Berry said, “Glen, it’s not over yet, you need to be careful because you cost them a lot of money. I am proud of you and if you need anything, just let me know.” I said, “Calling the FBI for me in December of 1999 would have been nice.” He started telling me how a lot of them had been busted and how the ones that had not been busted were scared.  I told him to go ask them if they wanted to go jump into another twenty-year-old marriage.  He told me Switzer had gotten busted by Grove Okl and

(pg13) Connie and him were both looking at life sentences. But Rick had told him that for sixty thousand each, they would not have to do any time.  He then told me that Switzer might be able to get the money.  I told him I didn’t feel a dam bit sorry for any of them. The way I see it, everybody around any of them involved that knew what was going on was either part of the problem or part of the solution.  Rick is always bragging about the important big time people he knew. Well, if he did know them, he dam sure didn’t appear to have done anything to stop it. These people are killing and destroying people’s lives for a hobby.  Berry said, “Well, it looks like the truth is going to partly come out but they have spread so many false stories to prevent the real story from coming out.”  Berry asked me, “Do you think Rick will talk?”  I said, “Oh, I am sure he probably will.  Could you see him in prison?”  Berry said, “I know they would tear him up.”  I said, “I also remember when he spent that night in jail over him and Linda splitting up. 

(pg14) Do you remember what Rick said?”  Berry said, “Yes, it was horrible he wouldn’t ever go to jail for anybody.”  I said, “I have thought a lot about what he told us about five years ago.”  Berry was having the same thoughts.  He told me Roger Morten was going to have to do some time this time.  He had been busted for the third time for manufacturing.  Caught solid every time.  I said, “This time, I wonder why the Missouri Law states that manufacturing carries fifteen to life in prison.  I guess that does not include the Joplin area.” I heard Darrell Jones, Debbie’s x-brother in law was about to get his time over so he could jump out there and do some more. It was sad in an effort to try and stop some of it here. I wound up doing more time than most of the ones that had been busted for manufacturing. One thing about it now though was that the list of names that I had and Sheriff Petty took from me and ignored, in June of 2000 was fact now.  About thirty names on that list that had an X in front of their names and words at the top of it that said ‘Cooks’, definitely speaks for itself. Thirty of the thirty-five or

 (pg15) so had been busted.  Of course, seeing the note I had was probably ignored at that time too. You can bet your ass that those people thought, who knows how many more people to cook during the time they were free and should have been busted a long time before. Well, at least somebody had been listening or at least paying attention because Joplin had an add in their paper in January or February of this year, 2002 that stated that Jasper County leads the state in meth lab busts.  February 10, 2002 in the Joplin Globe newspaper.  There was an add in February 14, 2002 newspaper stating that the Chief of Police in Joplin, Edward Dennis had resigned.  They did not list much more than stating he just wanted to be close to his family.  Of course now in June and July its in the news people are wondered why the Chief of Police and the City Finance Director had both resigned and it was with a severance pay package. I thought it was a little strange the Globe is trying to sue the city in an effort to find out the details that the city refuses to talk about.  I also noticed that the supposed suicide rate in Joplin was getting even worse.  I collected

(pg16) the police reports from the Monday papers in Joplin which gives them out, except for the days that state records not available which seems to be about one to three days a week.  The newspapers I have gotten form September 2002 through December 2002 seem to have anywhere from three to fourteen suicides a week on the average. I have to say it may sound unbelievable. That many suicides in a town and area as small as Joplin, seems unreal.  Most of them seem to have Joplin addresses or they are near by. You can look it up for yourself on the Internet at

www.joplinglobe.com.  The October 7th, 2002 issue would be a good one to look up on the net.  Fourteen suicides in one week, and the towns’ population is around 45,000.  Hell, while you look it up, look at the next seven or eight Monday issues and look up the police reports. I say they are averaging about six or more a week from the middle of September to December and the town only had one murder this year.  Makes no sense.

From what I hear, the reason they underestimated me so bad was because they thought I was dead too.  I worry now about them trying to poison me.  Berry told me that I needed to be worried about that.

 (pg17) About a week or so after Rick’s funeral, I saw another ad in the Jopling Globe.  Vickie Stirling, the ladies house I had been at in August of 2000 who lived at 2525 East 32nd Street was dead.  Right, you guessed it, another suicide. She was the one that had told me about Libby (Elizabeth Young) the suicide in August of 2000.  Vickie had been telling me and others (Elizabeth Young) that Libby was not a suicidal person and that she knew that Jack Collingsworth and his brother had hot shotted her. She said she saw them there that day and knew for a fact that they had hot shotted Libby (Elizabeth Young).  Well, I had passed this information on to Bart Starky, the Jopling FBI Office right after I heard it in August of 2000.  I wonder if Vickie tried to complain to the wrong law about it. She did get busted right after she started saying something about it in the fall of 2000.  I got so irritated, I held it in for a week or so, then I had to call Bart Starky with the FBI Office in Joplin.  I reminded him, “You remember when I told you that Libby had been hot shotted in August of 2000 and told that word had it that

(pg18) it wasn’t a suicide and that I knew someone that was saying it was Jack Collinsworth and his brother that had hot shotted her?” He said, “Yes.”  I said he would not have to worry about questioning the girl, Vickie Sterling, that had been saying it because she now was also dead. Another suicide. He asked me when and where. I told him what had happened.  I then asked, “I guess Tom Jamison is still molesting children somewhere? Then hung-up. I had called him about a month earlier and asked him if he would write me a statement stating that I gave him the kiddy porn diskette in the year of 2000. He said that he wouldn’t write anything, but if they contacted him he would tell them that I was there in August of 2000, but there was not anything on the diskette.  I guess it’s a good thing that I had copied it before I gave it to him. If there was nothing on it, I wonder why he showed the list of names that was in one of the folders on the disk and asked me if I recognized any of them.  I guess the kids involved have been going through the shit for over two years now. It looks like they are going to be adults or dead before they get any breaks. 

Well, Bob Dotty the US Marshal

(pg19) in Springfield Illinois is not denying seeing anyting on the one I sent him.  He said it was some pretty sick shit. He even called Debbie, Cindy and others to tell them about the disc and the book I had sent him. I couldn’t figure why no one had asked me about the disc.  Of course, it was written in the book when, where, and whom I got it from.  I asked Bob Doty where the disc was.  He told me it was locked in an evidence vault because I would not tell where I had got it. I said, “bullshit, I told you exactly where it came from and it is also written in the book.”  He said, “that’s Joplin’s shit anyway, it does not concern me in Illinois.” I said, “Well, Tom Jamison must still be doing the shit.  I hear he is a truck driver.  Maybe since you ignored it, he might have an opportunity to stop in your town one day.” He said, “the way I see it, I told you that you had to turn yourself in to me only and I would back you.  You did not do that so the way I see it, I don’t owe you a dam thing.”  I said, “That’s all right, I knew you were just trying to get a feather in your hat and

(pg20) you were lying to me about investigating the sheriff in Pike County.  I knew you were just doing your buddies in Pike County a favor.  They affirmed it for me while they were booking me in there.  They told me that they worked with you on other stuff and knew you pretty good. I knew it the first time I talked to you when you told me that you promised me that there would be an investigation into Pike County if I turned myself in.  I knew you were lying right when you said it.  If you wee serious, I knew that you did not need me for your investigation. The only thing you needed was to go look at the Atlas Café parking lot.  It is impossible for it to have happened the way that the sheriff claimed, because the Atlas Café parking lot is less than two car lengths from the intersection. I could have been walking and Petty could not have turned his full size vehicle around and caught up with me before I would have been passed the restraint parking lot.  Besides that, the lot was not big enough for two cars to make a U-turn and attempt a demolition derby.

(pg21) Although they have added to the café parking lot, it is still too small to do what Sheriff Petty of Pike County Illinois claims.  Then it was only about 40 X 40 feet and had cars parked on it at the time.  I also know that if Chief Deputy Lehr had questioned, it would have ended it.  I don’t believe he would lie, but it was obvious from the start he did not care for the way Petty was doing.  Especially from the moment he got a whiff of the gas fumes in the car. I think the reason that the report said he was not there was because they were worried he wouldn’t lie for them.  But that is all right, I do not hold it against you because I knew you were lying about doing anything from the start. I read between the lines.  I also put you in my book.  He said, “he would like to have a copy of it when it gets on hard back.”  I told him I would see to it that he got a copy.  To the rest of the people, if a US Marshal ever tells you he wants to help you or gives you a deadline to turn yourself in, let it pass and see if he

(pg22) do not extend it. At least that is what Bob Doty of Springfield Illinois did for me. Promise them anything give them nothing. He was not about to take that disc to a FBI agent for me.  It might have helped prove my innocents. So Bob, when you read this don’t feel to bad you and I both know it is true and you also know I have already said it to you in person.  From what you can see what my experience with the law enforcement and what has happened to me for trying to stop some crime and corruption.  I wouldn’t recommend anyone who wants to stop the drugs calling the police.  It may cost you your life.  Instead, call hot lines or the numbers for endangered kids, or write anonymous letters. You will probably get ten times the results and go what if another crocked cop gets it. At least they won’t know who you are that way. I on the other hand, can not do that.  I want them to know I am trying to make a difference in their hobby of destroying and taking life away for a hobby. My life is a small price to pay if it comes to that in stopping this. If I accomplish absolutely nothing at least I will know I tried.  They said

(pg23) that they underestimated me badly and that I was supposed to kill myself.  Well had they not showed me and I saw so much, I probably would have killed myself. But after seeing and going through what I have, they gave me a reason to live. I have to do what ever I can to end it.  So please, if you happen to read this book, check into the public records in Jasper County Missouri and Pike County Illinois.  A lot of what is in this book, is public information. When you get finished, please check it out.  Then pass this book on. If there is one thing I definitely learned is that the mob, drug dealers, pimps, and anyone in crime is the one thing they hate the most is advertisement.  Weather anyone pays attention or not, they won’t keep on destroying when they think they may be being watched or they think that there is a chance they will get caught.  Like the guy in Joplin that got tired of the entire drug trafficking from his neighbor.  He had complained to the police several times and got no response. No surprise thought. So he decided to make up a sign and put it in his yard. 

(pg24) The sign stated, (Best crank in town) with an arrow pointing to the dope dealing neighbors house and another sign that stated something like (Best meth cook in town).  Needless to say, that sign did more than all of his calls to the police station in Joplin ever thought about. The drug-dealing neighbor moved out immediately. That sign did more in a couple of hours than the Joplin police did in months.  I don’t think it’s too hard to figure out why.  Anyway, Berry and Paul dropped me off at Debbie’s and I went to look at her car.  Debbie seemed real upset because I had gone to Berry’s.  She kept asking me if I had done anything there.  I told her I didn’t see any. She had been telling me that she was moving back to Joplin and that she was sure everything over with.  I said, “if it’s over, why did Berry tell me to be careful that it wasn’t.” She said, “Berry told you that?” I said, “yes.” She grabbed the phone and immediately called Berry’s house, shouted at him, “How dare you tell Glen it is not over yet, just who told

(pg25) you that. Don’t be telling him any more shit like that!” After she hung up, I said, “Well I definitely won’t ever have to worry about Berry telling me anything else or trying to warn me about anything, you have taken care of that for me. “Was that a threat to him that he had better not try and warn me about anything else?” That’s the way I saw it. As for as Joplin went, well Debbie had already given her notice and her renters in her house in Joplin had already moved out of her house. So I guess Joplin here we come.  I figured facing them was probably about my only chance if I tried to run they would.  I noticed real quickly in Joplin, nobody was stalking me anymore at all.  I guess when the FED’s and DEA started picking them up; they got a little scared and were getting just a touch of what they had been dishing out. John, Chris, and Bob Alexander stopped by to see me. They had heard about my book.  I gave Chris Alexander a copy of it. 

(pg26)   I said, “What a ride.”  John said, “I bet.” I said, “Nobody seems to want to follow me around any more.  I don’t understand it. For almost nine months, they hounded me constantly, then I gave them a reason to kill me and they all run.” We laughed, then Bob said, “That is because the ones that are not in jail are scared shitless.” I said, “How many people have paid a price over what, because someone in an important position decided to fuck with me for a thrill or wanted to mess with my wife of 23 years.”  Bob said, “The question is, how many more are they going to get before it is over?” I told him, “If you see any of them, ask them if they want to jump on my bumper again?” Tell them if they just knew about what was going on and did nothing then they were guilty.  There is no in between here either. They were part of the problem or part of the solution. I don’t feel sorry for them at all. They made there own bed and they laid out the ground rules. They said there are not any rules and life has no value. I said, “They were pretty tough rules

(pg27) but they made them not me.  Who brought the law into this?  The first time I got stopped, three times within an hour and half. Then I was told it was because someone in an important position had an interest in my wife of 23 years.  They brought the saw into it. It does not take a genius to figure out the only way to fight the law, is with a bigger law. I was a fool for not ending it in January of 2000, but I thought the law was already in the line.  So I wanted them to follow me to see what this country has became over drugs, greed, and the thirst for power.   Common sense should have told them that someone else could be in that line. You could not have paid me to participate in any part of that.  The odds of someone else not noticing were slim to none.” Chris said, “that is because they were giving them the meth for following you and all they saw was the meth. They did not bother looking around.”  Bob said, “what goes around comes around, they made their own bed.” I said, “That’s a fact.” Then they started talking about the big federal bust in February of this year in

(pg28) Carthage. The Joplin Globe headlines read 47 seized in raid.

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Neil was working on with his son Roy, who also had given up it would appear his part too.  Neil was aggrieved at him because he got a job at a factory to try to show a front but flunked his drug test. We were all up by the front of the car.  Neil said, “Well I thought I had a pretty good future lined out for myself but I guess it’s all gone now.”  I thought, oh shit here it’s coming.  The only thing I could think of was.  I said “Well before this shit all started I was worth almost half a million. And it’s all gone. And I’m in debt up to my neck and a lot of the cards are someone else’s but I have to answer for and the ones that were mine were mostly spent on gas, rental cars, and hotels when I was to tired to go on and knew better than to sleep somewhere unsafe.  If you are expecting me to feel sorry for you it’s not going to happen. So many people had the power to stop it and did nothing but watch and laugh while I lost everything. But the fact is I am just as guilty I could have stopped it too and did nothing. All I had to do was take an

(pg 32) airport exit and take a tape out of the VCR in with me.  I didn’t because I thought the feds were in line to and felt what I had seen needed to be stopped at all cost.  I guess it turned out the feds were some of the worst in the bunch.  They could have stopped everybody which they would have had anyway if they would have just shut it down. Hind sight is 20/29 but if I had it to do all over again most of it I would have still done the same way I wanted it ended at all cost.  I have no regrets except I didn’t end in while It was going on. I blame no one for what I lost but myself. Neil said “don’t take me wrong I blame no one but myself.” The moral is to be careful what you get caught up in because it can come back on you. I did it all myself and blamed myself. I said that the same way I feel but I still say what I’ve been through has to be stopped.  Neil said “You need to realize you can’t beat them the only choice is to join them and do exactly what they say because they don’t give choices. I said can’t beat them join them, bullshit, I knew from the start that

(pg 33) one guy didn’t stand a prayer the best I could have done if I would have attempted it would have been to take out a handful before they got to me and that would have been useless because it probably wouldn’t have got to the handful that started it. That’s why they didn’t see any offense out of me just defense. When you say you can’t beat them the only choice is to join them, I disagree. You are right one guy would have a hell of a time trying to beat them.  But the way I saw it was that if you did it right you could help them destroy themselves just letting the people know the truth.  All of this was unjustified.  You can’t help but to respect the person who was in charge. I’d say grampa spent years and years building up what he had control of. But the facts are he didn’t get that much authority out of fear and intimidation alone. He got that kind of power from treating people good.  I’d say a son or grandson.  Spoiled brat that thought the world was his is crumbling it all away. First off grampa would not of allowed himself to get involved in a 23 year old marriage

(pg 34)  without justification because it would be too dangerous.  A fool’s game.  Be careful about unjustly fucking with someone who has nothing to loose. As for as that line of traffic grampa would not have allowed it to go on over a week when he saw it wasn’t working with me he would have ended it. He would have known I had been writing stuff down and other people were noticing.  He would have cornered me within the first week and laid it out the way it was.  And what options I had. After they had showed me what they did in OKC I knew at that point that the only reason that I was alive was because they let me live.  I knew it at that point and had they approached me at that time I would have felt I had no choice. But what happened in Joplin on December 22 and 23 of 1999 changed everything.  Tell me that they are fucking over someone close to me then add insult to injury by parading around and laughing about it in front of me.  I knew in my heart it had to be stopped.  They were killing and destroying life for the

(pg 35)  thrill of power over people.  Like I said the answers are out there for the taking. The truth has to come out it’s the only way they can be stopped. Neil said with the domino effect going on now it probably won’t be long.  I’m sure it will come out eventually. Seeing Neil living like that and constantly having to look over his shoulder in fear made me realize that the tide had changed seriously.  They were all sweating and getting a dose of their own medicine.  I thought about what Berry had said, “Glen, you costed the same money a lot of money.”  No, they costed themselves. They did it.  Neil said the fools thought they were unsinkable. A friend of Neil’s had shown up. He knew exactly who I was but he didn’t hesitate a bit to break some meth out. And talk about him and someone else just whipping it up the day before. He had a vehicle broke down with a trailer on it.  He was going to go pick up a car that he had got off of somebody in Joplin and wanted to know if we would help.  The first was at Oneily’s Auto Parts

(pg 36)  on 32nd street in Joplin. I needed some things from the anyway.  I decided to take the chance and see what happened. I rode with Neil and left Debbie’s car there.  I drove her’s because mine didn’t have any reverse because the transmission was out and reverse did nothing.  I didn’t want to chance going in there with no reverse.  Anyway, we got to Oneily’s and got his pick up going then followed him over to Wall Street and up an alley between Perl and Wall.  It was pretty late now and his truck died and wouldn’t start. We messed with it for a few hours with no luck yet it was about 2 or 3 in the morning by now.  I told the guy,” Hey, I got a building right down the street on 12th and Wall. If you want we could pull you down there and you could just get it in the morning. He said,”12th and Wall, which building is it?”  I said it was the red one.  He said, “Oh shit you own that building?” I said, “Yes.” He said, ”I’ve heard stories.” In fact my life might be in danger just being near you.  Oh hell. I said well

(pg 37) it has been a pretty wild ride. He said I bet. I said yeah the answers have been there for the taking for a long while but I felt they should of came to me. I’ve heard all kinds of things.  He said, “take it from me, you don’t want to know the answers what went on was about 10 times worse than you can imagine.”  But I will tell you this much Debbie played her part to the hilt.  He job was to keep you occupied while it was happening. And I have to say she did it well. What the hell did you come back here for.  You are crazy aren’t you? I laughed. We decided to give it a couple of more tries.  His pickup finally started. The wire going to his starter and the brushes in his starter were both bad.  But we got lucky and it started.  We loaded the car up on to the trailer and headed back to Neil’s then on to this guy’s place. We were going to fix his starter and replace the starter cable and brushes in the starter.  He broke out some meth for us again.  I didn’t figure I was in a position to refuse my ride was sitting at Neil’s.  He said he was going to get some more and left us there

(pg 38) His garage and other vehicle he had made a few more comments about how Debbie had played her part so well.  And I needed to be careful. When the guy came back we had his vehicle going. He broke out some more. It was pretty good too I was about to run down.  I asked him if he wanted to sell a quarter. He gladly threw out a good quarter. He surprised the hell out of me being so willing to sell to me knowing who I was. I really didn’t want any more at that time but I was curious as to how he would react. Well we loaded up and drove back to Neil’s.  We were talking bits and pieces about what went on but Neil wasn’t going to give much more information. He did say we probably were out to just go by the people at Tipton Ford to see what would happen.  Tipton Forst is a small place on Shoel Creek just North of Neosho.  Neil had to go down there to pay a five anyway he said.  About that time he looked out the window and said there goes your car.  Debbie had got Mandy to drive her out there

(pg 39) and drove off with the car leaving me on foot. I had a feeling I was going to need the gun I had carried along just in case.  Neil had some more company; two guys showed up and hung around for a couple of hours. Then we headed towards Neosho, so Neil could pay his fine at the court house.  We got there just as it closed and they wouldn’t let him in.  He came back to the car and we started North. He was taking odd roads that I didn’t recognize.  He then said could you see there is a gun under your seat.  There was.  He said make sure it’s loaded. As I looked up I saw a sign, Tipton Ford.  I had heard nothing good about the people there. They were well known cooks that nobody messed with. Rumor had it that they were part of that bunch that lived a couple of miles south of flying and truck stop.  The way to get to these people’s house was right off of Rainmiller Road. They owned several acres down there and the highway had taken part of their property splitting a pile of it off.  That is were he lived Chris told me anytime I went out there to be

(pg 40)  extra careful it was a pretty long road and every house you passed on the way to the back was owned by relations.  If a person got down there and got into trouble and tried to run you wouldn’t want to go to any of the houses.  They were all related all the way down the road.  I guess that way they were guaranteed to know if anything or body was going down the road.  I had wondered a few times about this bunch and one of them did work at Pillsbury as a foreman where Kathy worked when this all started. I figured I was about to find out something. I guess Neil decided at the last minute not to stop of maybe he was telling me that was where it had been coming from.  No telling. Anyway, I was kind of glad and disappointed that we didn’t stop. We got back near Joplin and I told Neil to run me by Delilah’s house, I mean Debbie’s.  I pulled up into her drive way and my gar was gone (Delilah). Debbie came storming out screaming and making a scene. She said she had drove my car out to Neil’s and left it.  She

(pg 41)  also said that she had talked to the police and reported me missing and told them that there was something in my car. I said, “I leave a half pint of blood in that car all over it disappeared for over 3 monthes and you knowing about what was going on and all the cars couldn’t report me as missing.  Now when no cars have been near me in over a year and a half I can’t be gone a couple of hours when you know where I’m at and you report me missing, what is wrong with this picture?” She was obviously trying to cause a big scene in the neighborhood so I decided it best to get the hell out of there.  I got back to Neil’s car then we left.  This was getting pretty routine with Debbie (Delilah).  Anytime she thought I was around anyone she knew that they knew something she would panic. As if I didn’t know their stories were all the same. She is afraid we will tell you how she had played her part. When we got back to Neil’s I noticed the car was left in a spot I couldn’t turn around with no reverse.  A couple of more guys showed up one of them

(pg 42) told me that he had a transmission that would fit my car.  He would see it to me cheap.  I told him I’d take it if he could get it to Neil’s.  The other guy was talking and laughing with Neil saying he came over and was all panicky saying there were cars following him down Main Street. He said I was telling him are you sure they were following you they were laughing about it saying yeh they got the heat on him. I guessed another soon to be suicide on auto fatalities in the area or missing person. I would soon find out the guy’s name was Ken or Kevin Weber, jack Collinsworth’s brother-in-law sometimes called his brother. I had about all I could handle of it in the last 24 hours so I called. I said, “I’ve got to get. Can I get you all to give me a push?”  I don’t have any reverse and probably should get out of here.  There is no telling what Debbie (Delilah) has started.  When the guy had mentioned the cars following that guy I said I knew the feeling and he grinned and said yeah I bet you do.  I thought about what Rena had said to me in November when I said nobody had been following

(pg 43)  Me for a couple of months at that point.  Her answer was that’s because there following someone else now. The guy that we helped the night before had made a statement that I had to agree with. It was what amazed him more than anything about the ordeal was that how many people weren’t involved that had nothing better to do with their own lives than to spend there time home with their families or doing something for themselves.  I said some of them were victims and being used just like the rest if you saw the disc someone gave me you would understand.  It was a kiddy porn disc I guess the wolf was telling some of them following that car we will take care of your kids. It’s kind of funny when you think about it.  I took the disc and put it in the FBI’s mail slot at the night deposit at the band below their office on rang line if you want to call me a snitch for it go right ahead.  He said he probably done the same thing.  I told him if he sees any of them that were on my bumper would

(pg 44) He tell them about the disc for me and smile and ask them how well they trusted their babysitters. Tell them that there may be a reason why they were asked to spend there time following that van.  Maybe the joke was on them. He laughed and said you do have a point. The other guy was bragging about his probation or parole officer good person told him if your positive for VA tell me and I won’t test you.  He said he told her any test he would be giving would be positive. He said so far she hasn’t had him tested.  I thought ain’t that something you make about the 7th or 8th person I’ve heard that same story from in the last 5 years. Well I went over to my boys and stayed a few days then Delilah (Debbie) kept on I went over to get my stuff and ended up staying and riding to Illinois for their court.  I had to drive up there a couple of weeks before for their meeting with a guy for the presentations investigation that Rosenberry

(pg 45)  had ordered.  It cost about $400 per trip, including gas, motel, and food.  Anyway, when we got ready to go to the court my attorney Mike Drake wasn’t there he had another attorney there to take his place.  The attorney introduced himself and said this is a cut and dried deal correct. I said that the way that I understand it.  Then I looked and saw that Rosenberry for the judge I had told my attorney, Drake, I wasn’t going to take the plea if Rosenberry was the judge I had told the probation I wasn’t taking the plea if Rosenberry was going to be the sentencing Judge. I mean if you had turned a judge into the ill judicial board would you want him to sentence you?  Frank McCartney the prosecutor showed up the attorney filling in for Mike Drake said Hi to Frank and who he was he said this is pretty much a cut and dried deal isn’t it?  He pleads guilty and the judge says time served and we leave correct? Frank McCartney said no, there is no deal Rosenberry is not going to except that. And I don’t think he is interested in

(pg 46)  The deal and I can’t tell him he has to.  He can say what ever he wants after you take the plea.  I said we are withdrawing the plea then.  I’ve got witnesses and can prove Petty is lying without owe because of the way parking lot driveway is less than two car lengths from the intersection. I told him you were in the hall when I told Drake that I wasn’t going to except any deal if Rosenberry was going to be the judge. Frank McCartney said listen I’m not the bad guy here, I’m trying to help you.  I realized he was probably telling the truth if he hadn’t of warned me that Rosenberry was planning a back stabbing double cross form.  I probably would of walking right into their trap. At the hearing we agreed to postpone everything for a couple more weeks when Mike Drake could be there. I had Debbie go talk to Shelia Webb from the restaurant while I went to see a

(pg 47)  Counselor there.  Shelia gave Delilah (Debbie) a statement with no problem and signed it. I then made an appointment with Drake’s office. Here were two more trips at least to Joplin. At the appointment I told Drake that I wanted the plea withdrawn that I made it clear to him before we left that if Rosenberry was the Judge I wasn’t taking the plea then I showed him the statements from the witnesses that Larry and Shelia had signed.  Larry was back in Joplin he couldn’t believe what the sheriff had said about the stop in Atlas. He wrote and signed a statement telling the way it really happened. Larry and Shelia both said they would be willing to take Lie Detection Test and would testify.  I wanted the plea withdrawn.  Drake mentioned the bill I told him that if he would go ahead and withdraw the plea then I would try and get him some more money.   Debbie gave him another $500.  Then he said he was going to call Frank McCartney and tell him to shove his plea bargain.  Then he was going to file a motion to withdraw plea

(pg 48)  and a motion for change of judge. I just had a thought Mike Drake said as we were getting up.  He said you know your brother has told me a lot and there was a question as to your frame of mind at the time you first got brought in.  It would be entirely up to you but if we pursued this as you were having mental problems at the time and you were asking for help then all this happened because a mental person asked for help. You know a person could get out there for a while then get a little treatment and wow la you’re cured. What I’m saying is your law suit could be worth several times more if they were picking on a mental patient.  I said I trust you if you say that’s the way to go then I’ll give it a whirl. Hell as much shit as they put me through I’ll be the first to admit I need something at least to help me sleep. Try picturing this from my view.

July 02

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Neil was working on with his son Roy, who also had given up it would appear his part too.  Neil was a graved at him because he got a job at a factory to try to show a front but flunked his drug test. We were all up by the front of the car.  Neil said, “Well I thought I had a pretty good future lined out for myself but I guess it’s all gone now.”  I thought oh shit here it’s coming. The only thing I could think of was. I said “Well before this shit all started I was worth almost half a million. And it’s all gone. And I’m in debt up to my neck and a lot of the cards are someone else’s but I have to answer for and the ones that were mine were mostly spent on gas, rental cars, and hotels when I was to tired to go on and knew better than to sleep somewhere unsafe.  If you are expecting me to feel sorry for you it’s not going to happen. So many people had the power to stop it and did nothing but watch and laugh while I lost everything. But the fact is I am just as guilty I could have stopped it too and did nothing. All I had to do was take an

(pg 32) airport exit and take a tape out of the VCR in with me.  I didn’t because I thought the feds were in line to and felt what I had seen needed to be stopped at all cost.  I guess it turned out the feds were some of the worst in the bunch.  They could have stopped everybody which they would have had anyway if they would have just shut it down. Hind sight is 20/29 but if I had it to do all over again most of it I would have still done the same way I wanted it ended at all cost.  I have no regrets except I didn’t end in while It was going on. I blame no one for what I lost but myself. Neil said “don’t take me wrong I blame no one but myself.” The moral is to be careful what you get caught up in because it can come back on you. I did it all myself and blamed myself. I said that the same way I feel but I still say what I’ve been through has to be stopped.  Neil said “You need to realize you can’t beat them the only choice is to join them and do exactly what they say because they don’t give choices. I said can’t beat them join them, bullshit, I knew from the start that

(pg 33) one guy didn’t stand a prayer the best I could have done if I would have attempted it would have been to take out a handful before they got to me and that would have been useless because it probably wouldn’t have got to the handful that started it. That’s why they didn’t see any offense out of me just defense. When you say you can’t beat them the only choice is to join them, I disagree. You are right one guy would have a hell of a time trying to beat them.  But the way I saw it was that if you did it right you could help them destroy themselves just letting the people know the truth.  All of this was unjustified.  You can’t help but to respect the person who was in charge. I’d say grampa spent years and years building up what he had control of. But the facts are he didn’t get that much authority out of fear and intimidation alone. He got that kind of power from treating people good.  I’d say a son or grandson.  Spoiled brat that thought the world was his is crumbling it all away. First off grampa would not of allowed himself to get involved in a 23 year old marriage

(pg 34)  without justification because it would be too dangerous.  A fool’s game.  Be careful about unjustly fucking with someone who has nothing to loose. As for as that line of traffic grampa would not have allowed it to go on over a week when he saw it wasn’t working with me he would have ended it. He would have known I had been writing stuff down and other people were noticing.  He would have cornered me within the first week and laid it out the way it was.  And what options I had. After they had showed me what they did in OKC I knew at that point that the only reason that I was alive was because they let me live.  I knew it at that point and had they approached me at that time I would have felt I had no choice. But what happened in Joplin on December 22 and 23 of 1999 changed everything.  Tell me that they are fucking over someone close to me then add insult to injury by parading around and laughing about it in front of me.  I knew in my heart it had to be stopped.  They were killing and destroying life for the

(pg 35)  thrill of power over people.  Like I said the answers are out there for the taking. The truth has to come out it’s the only way they can be stopped. Neil said with the domino effect going on now it probably won’t be long.  I’m sure it will come out eventually. Seeing Neil living like that and constantly having to look over his shoulder in fear made me realize that the tide had changed seriously.  They were all sweating and getting a dose of their own medicine.  I thought about what Berry had said, “Glen, you costed the same money a lot of money.”  No, they costed themselves. They did it.  Neil said the fools thought they were unsinkable. A friend of Neil’s had shown up. He knew exactly who I was but he didn’t hesitate a bit to break some meth out. And talk about him and someone else just whipping it up the day before. He had a vehicle broke down with a trailer on it.  He was going to go pick up a car that he had got off of somebody in Joplin and wanted to know if we would help.  The first was at Oneily’s Auto Parts

(pg 36)  on 32nd street in Joplin. I needed some things from the anyway.  I decided to take the chance and see what happened. I rode with Neil and left Debbie’s car there.  I drove her’s because mine didn’t have any reverse because the transmission was out and reverse did nothing.  I didn’t want to chance going in there with no reverse.  Anyway, we got to Oneily’s and got his pick up going then followed him over to Wall Street and up an alley between Perl and Wall.  It was pretty late now and his truck died and wouldn’t start. We messed with it for a few hours with no luck yet it was about 2 or 3 in the morning by now.  I told the guy,” Hey, I got a building right down the street on 12th and Wall. If you want we could pull you down there and you could just get it in the morning. He said,”12th and Wall, which building is it?”  I said it was the red one.  He said, “Oh shit you own that building?” I said, “Yes.” He said, ”I’ve heard stories.” In fact my life might be in danger just being near you.  Oh hell. I said well

(pg 37) it has been a pretty wild ride. He said I bet. I said yeah the answers have been there for the taking for a long while but I felt they should of came to me. I’ve heard all kinds of things.  He said, “take it from me, you don’t want to know the answers what went on was about 10 times worse than you can imagine.”  But I will tell you this much Debbie played her part to the hilt.  He job was to keep you occupied while it was happening. And I have to say she did it well. What the hell did you come back here for.  You are crazy aren’t you? I laughed. We decided to give it a couple of more tries.  His pickup finally started. The wire going to his starter and the brushes in his starter were both bad.  But we got lucky and it started.  We loaded the car up on to the trailer and headed back to Neil’s then on to this guy’s place. We were going to fix his starter and replace the starter cable and brushes in the starter.  He broke out some meth for us again.  I didn’t figure I was in a position to refuse my ride was sitting at Neil’s.  He said he was going to get some more and left us there

(pg 38) His garage and other vehicle he had made a few more comments about how Debbie had played her part so well.  And I needed to be careful. When the guy came back we had his vehicle going. He broke out some more. It was pretty good too I was about to run down.  I asked him if he wanted to sell a quarter. He gladly threw out a good quarter. He surprised the hell out of me being so willing to sell to me knowing who I was. I really didn’t want any more at that time but I was curious as to how he would react. Well we loaded up and drove back to Neil’s.  We were talking bits and pieces about what went on but Neil wasn’t going to give much more information. He did say we probably were out to just go by the people at Tipton Ford to see what would happen.  Tipton Forst is a small place on Shoel Creek just North of Neosho.  Neil had to go down there to pay a five anyway he said.  About that time he looked out the window and said there goes your car.  Debbie had got Mandy to drive her out there

(pg 39) and drove off with the car leaving me on foot. I had a feeling I was going to need the gun I had carried along just in case.  Neil had some more company; two guys showed up and hung around for a couple of hours. Then we headed towards Neosho, so Neil could pay his fine at the court house.  We got there just as it closed and they wouldn’t let him in.  He came back to the car and we started North. He was taking odd roads that I didn’t recognize.  He then said could you see there is a gun under your seat.  There was.  He said make sure it’s loaded. As I looked up I saw a sign, Tipton Ford.  I had heard nothing good about the people there. They were well known cooks that nobody messed with. Rumor had it that they were part of that bunch that lived a couple of miles south of flying and truck stop.  The way to get to these people’s house was right off of Rainmiller Road. They owned several acres down there and the highway had taken part of their property splitting a pile of it off.  That is were he lived Chris told me anytime I went out there to be

(pg 40)  extra careful it was a pretty long road and every house you passed on the way to the back was owned by relations.  If a person got down there and got into trouble and tried to run you wouldn’t want to go to any of the houses.  They were all related all the way down the road.  I guess that way they were guaranteed to know if anything or body was going down the road.  I had wondered a few times about this bunch and one of them did work at Pillsbury as a foreman where Kathy worked when this all started. I figured I was about to find out something. I guess Neil decided at the last minute not to stop of maybe he was telling me that was where it had been coming from.  No telling. Anyway, I was kind of glad and disappointed that we didn’t stop. We got back near Joplin and I told Neil to run me by Delilah’s house, I mean Debbie’s.  I pulled up into her drive way and my gar was gone (Delilah). Debbie came storming out screaming and making a scene. She said she had drove my car out to Neil’s and left it.  She

(pg 41)  also said that she had talked to the police and reported me missing and told them that there was something in my car. I said, “I leave a half pint of blood in that car all over it disappeared for over 3 months and you knowing about what was going on and all the cars couldn’t report me as missing.  Now when no cars have been near me in over a year and a half I can’t be gone a couple of hours when you know where I’m at and you report me missing, what is wrong with this picture?” She was obviously trying to cause a big scene in the neighborhood so I decided it best to get the hell out of there.  I got back to Neil’s car then we left.  This was getting pretty routine with Debbie (Delilah).  Anytime she thought I was around anyone she knew that they knew something she would panic. As if I didn’t know their stories were all the same. She is afraid we will tell you how she had played her part. When we got back to Neil’s I noticed the car was left in a spot I couldn’t turn around with no reverse.  A couple of more guys showed up one of them

(pg 42) told me that he had a transmission that would fit my car.  He would see it to me cheap.  I told him I’d take it if he could get it to Neil’s.  The other guy was talking and laughing with Neil saying he came over and was all panicky saying there were cars following him down Main Street. He said I was telling him are you sure they were following you they were laughing about it saying yeh they got the heat on him. I guessed another soon to be suicide on auto fatalities in the area or missing person. I would soon find out the guy’s name was Ken or Kevin Weber, jack Collinsworth’s brother-in-law sometimes called his brother. I had about all I could handle of it in the last 24 hours so I called. I said, “I’ve got to get. Can I get you all to give me a push?”  I don’t have any reverse and probably should get out of here.  There is no telling what Debbie (Delilah) has started.  When the guy had mentioned the cars following that guy I said I knew the feeling and he grinned and said yeah I bet you do.  I thought about what Rena had said to me in November when I said nobody had been following

(pg 43)  Me for a couple of months at that point.  Her answer was that’s because there following someone else now. The guy that we helped the night before had made a statement that I had to agree with. It was what amazed him more than anything about the ordeal was that how many people weren’t involved that had nothing better to do with their own lives than to spend there time home with their families or doing something for themselves.  I said some of them were victims and being used just like the rest if you saw the disc someone gave me you would understand.  It was a kiddy porn disc I guess the wolf was telling some of them following that car we will take care of your kids. It’s kind of funny when you think about it.  I took the disc and put it in the FBI’s mail slot at the night deposit at the band below their office on rang line if you want to call me a snitch for it go right ahead.  He said he probably done the same thing.  I told him if he sees any of them that were on my bumper would

(pg 44) He tell them about the disc for me and smile and ask them how well they trusted their babysitters. Tell them that there may be a reason why they were asked to spend there time following that van.  Maybe the joke was on them. He laughed and said you do have a point. The other guy was bragging about his probation or parole officer good person told him if your positive for VA tell me and I won’t test you.  He said he told her any test he would be giving would be positive. He said so far she hasn’t had him tested.  I thought ain’t that something you make about the 7th or 8th person I’ve heard that same story from in the last 5 years. Well I went over to my boys and stayed a few days then Delilah (Debbie) kept on I went over to get my stuff and ended up staying and riding to Illinois for their court.  I had to drive up there a couple of weeks before for their meeting with a guy for the presentations investigation that Rosenberry

(pg 45)  had ordered.  It cost about $400 per trip, including gas, motel, and food.  Anyway, when we got ready to go to the court my attorney Mike Drake wasn’t there he had another attorney there to take his place.  The attorney introduced himself and said this is a cut and dried deal correct. I said that the way that I understand it.  Then I looked and saw that Rosenberry for the judge I had told my attorney, Drake, I wasn’t going to take the plea if Rosenberry was the judge I had told the probation I wasn’t taking the plea if Rosenberry was going to be the sentencing Judge. I mean if you had turned a judge into the ill judicial board would you want him to sentence you?  Frank McCartney the prosecutor showed up the attorney filling in for Mike Drake said Hi to Frank and who he was he said this is pretty much a cut and dried deal isn’t it?  He pleads guilty and the judge says time served and we leave correct? Frank McCartney said no, there is no deal Rosenberry is not going to except that. And I don’t think he is interested in

(pg 46)  The deal and I can’t tell him he has to.  He can say what ever he wants after you take the plea.  I said we are withdrawing the plea then.  I’ve got witnesses and can prove Petty is lying without owe because of the way parking lot driveway is less than two car lengths from the intersection. I told him you were in the hall when I told Drake that I wasn’t going to except any deal if Rosenberry was going to be the judge. Frank McCartney said listen I’m not the bad guy here, I’m trying to help you.  I realized he was probably telling the truth if he hadn’t of warned me that Rosenberry was planning a back stabbing double cross form.  I probably would of walking right into their trap. At the hearing we agreed to postpone everything for a couple more weeks when Mike Drake could be there. I had Debbie go talk to Shelia Webb from the restaurant while I went to see a

(pg 47)  Counselor there.  Shelia gave Delilah (Debbie) a statement with no problem and signed it. I then made an appointment with Drake’s office. Here were two more trips at least to Joplin. At the appointment I told Drake that I wanted the plea withdrawn that I made it clear to him before we left that if Rosenberry was the Judge I wasn’t taking the plea then I showed him the statements from the witnesses that Larry and Shelia had signed.  Larry was back in Joplin he couldn’t believe what the sheriff had said about the stop in Atlas. He wrote and signed a statement telling the way it really happened. Larry and Shelia both said they would be willing to take Lie Detection Test and would testify.  I wanted the plea withdrawn.  Drake mentioned the bill I told him that if he would go ahead and withdraw the plea then I would try and get him some more money.   Debbie gave him another $500.  Then he said he was going to call Frank McCartney and tell him to shove his plea bargain.  Then he was going to file a motion to withdraw plea

(pg 48)  and a motion for change of judge. I just had a thought Mike Drake said as we were getting up.  He said you know your brother has told me a lot and there was a question as to your frame of mind at the time you first got brought in.  It would be entirely up to you but if we pursued this as you were having mental problems at the time and you were asking for help then all this happened because a mental person asked for help. You know a person could get out there for a while then get a little treatment and wow la you’re cured. What I’m saying is your law suit could be worth several times more if they were picking on a mental patient.  I said I trust you if you say that’s the way to go then I’ll give it a whirl. Hell as much shit as they put me through I’ll be the first to admit I need something at least to help me sleep. Try picturing this from my view.

 

 

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