About an hour into my “ride“, I have an idea! I drive back to the dealership and pull into the “Pep Boys” auto parts store located next door to the Toyota dealership I had my car serviced at. I go in and ask the guy at the counter, who also happens to be the manager if they do any business with the Toyota dealership next door. He says “are you kidding me, they are our largest account“. “Oh”! I say. “I’m looking for a power antenna for my car,” I say.
He asks “what year, and what make?” “’92 Toyota Camry,” I tell him. He punches it up on the computer. “Yes” he says and starts back to go get it. “Sir can you tell me how many you have in stock,” I ask. He looks at the screen “53” he answers, “why” he asks. “I was just curious because I was in two days ago and the clerk told me you were out of them.” “That’s impossible,” he says. “You see this little “*” next to the part number, it tells me that on this particular part we sell so many of them that, if we ever go below a dozen in stock the computer in the warehouse automatically ships us more and we would get them the next day.”
“Thank you” I say, and leave. Someone, (the Illuminati, the Nazi party, and United States government are the people responsible for all of this as well as the torture at the University of Rochester, as well as the assassinations) told the Roswell Toyota dealership of Atlanta Georgia that I was a drug dealer, so they could keep my car an extra 6 days to special order me a new radio antenna????????
This one blew my mind for a long time because I still had no idea what the hell was going on!
February 1997 – Aaron informs me that he is going to have to leave Atlanta for at least a year and that all he can tell me is that it’s “family-related.” He says it won’t happen until late May or early June. I’m very sad to hear that my friend is going away. He not only is my best friend but he is also very involved in my business and everything that I do.
We try and work out something to where he can still be involved and run things from his father’s house in Rochester. I knew it wouldn’t work, he was quite insistent that it would. He keeps reassuring me not to worry because he WILL be back in a year. All along I am asking him “What’s going on?” Finally, with me swearing under strictest confidence that I won’t tell anyone, Aaron proceeds to tell me that what has happened is this; His father used to work for a very large corporation in Rochester, and years ago he gave his father the idea that he could sue this company for “mental anguish” or that the stress of his job caused him to somehow “snap” causing him to be mentally insane, and now he is suing them.
Aaron then tells me that what HE did, was to instruct his father exactly how to answer all of the physiological tests and questions that they were going to ask him, and basically showed him how to scam thousands of dollars out of the company in the lawsuit. Three years later, Aaron’s father won and was awarded several hundreds of thousands of dollars. But what happened was, the Judge ruled that Aaron’s father was to receive the settlement, however since he was “mentally not all there” he was not going to give control of the money to him as it had to last him for the rest of his life as he was no longer able to work.
So the judge was going to set up some kind of “trust” account where someone other than Aaron’s father must act as the executor of the account and therefore be the one who actually distributes the funds since he was “mentally incapable“. So, since Aaron’s parents are divorced, and no one else in the family knew that the whole lawsuit was all a lie, Aaron had to go home to act as the executor for his father. And it had to be for at least a year because the money was supposed to last his father for the rest of his life since he is no longer able to work.
So they couldn’t just pull it all out at once because the insurance company for sure would be watching them. My girlfriend, Pilar, kept wanting Aaron to hypnotize her to see if he could clear up some of the past trauma she had experienced with her x-husbands. He always talked about how he could hypnotize people without them even knowing it, and she wanted him to do it to her, but ONLY if I was there. She didn’t trust him enough to do it on her own.
For some reason he wouldn’t do it. He would say “I don’t think that’s a good idea” and would always put it off. But yet I remember going to Aaron’s one night with Pilar, and it was one of those “missing time” nights where I remember just staring off onto space for a while. The next night I go over again, this time by my self.