Kidnapped Fake News ?

As a child, I was born into a wealthy family in California. Swimming pools, coke parties, wife swapping, MONEY you know fun stuff like that. She might have been one of those Mother Dear movie-star types but we will never know for sure. Because one sunny afternoon it happened.


We were shopping in an upscaled store on the strip. Mom had dumped loads of cash for a new outfit for the weekend party. ( As if they wore clothing at those types of events.) The truth is that today our undocumented nanny was not watching out for me.

It was Mom's time. We were having a day out on the town mother's son day. It was like every other day we were together once a month or so. I was 2. In just 5 months I would be 3. On this day I did not really have much to say. We had our ice cream and then we walked over to the car the old driver opened the door turned his head and coughed. Was that the signal? As I remember, I was about 2 and a half at the time you know almost 3. So my memory might just be a little off. As mom put her hatbox in the car. The blond lady with skinny legs ran by and snatched me up. Then I was gone.

They took me to Kansas, of all places, and made me eat dog food. Or was it LIVER? I lived in the basement with the bugs they were my friends. On full moonlit nights at midnight, I was let out to chase the cats. From time to time I was beaten with an ugly stick. But I took it like a man. That is how I remember it. However, I was only a little over 2 years old. Just about to turn 3 in a few months.......... It could have been true! It could have been. Right?

That was then and this is now. It is what it is. I grew up working, selling stuff door to door, mowing grass, working at the bowling alley instead of being rich, getting fed with a silver spoon. I was not your all-around American boy. My early years were spent, playing with girls, not fitting in at school, and never learning how to study. My later years were spent Playing with girls not fitting in at school and then something clicked or maybe it didn't for I was in with the out crowd.

Yep, that is the way it might have happened as I see it. Like I said yesterday I was not adopted. Maybe I was not really Kidnapped but I was delivered by a horse Dr.

I am happy to grow up as I did otherwise you would have never learned the rest of the story.

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