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In this period I was exploring the possibility of selling sculpture and making a living at it. So this meant that I had to put automobile finishes on my sculpture which entailed poison chemicals and wearing masks and it wasn't fun any more. I joined a gallery, but they were more interested in elite capitalism and they brought in a Paper company family, very big-time and it was in retrospect probably the best offer going. But I was not interested in cow-towing to wealth.
Sonoma was having a great time with this phone thing. But the mad caller didn't call her either. She kept a journal of it all. Friends were eating each other alive. A detective came to see me. He warned me that a deputy prosecutor was planing to arrest me. One of our group which comprised a couple of dozen people at least came to stand by me. He was the only one.
So I learned how fickle friends are. Imagine a war and imagine living in occupied territory. Which of your friends will turn you in ? All of them except for one. So we were lucky really. He could have trapped our phone to the White House and made threatening threats. But he works for the phone company police officer. The phone company doesn't do things like that he replied.
So apparently I heard the women had meetings deciding on their next victim. Most every man I knew had been accused. But then Sonoma was accused after she sent a phone caller joke card around. So now it was Sonoma with help from a phone company insider. Obviously they made a big jump in their reckoning. Sonoma didn't take it to well.
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