on..." The two parts of Charlie " Part two...

Up the path to the front door, Juanita... ( not her real name )
passes the cage....That's when the screaming began.
Doors slammin' and still no sign of Mari Sol ( not her real name).
She had apparently " finished " her "gardening" and retired ?
Walking up on the crime scene, noticed was this...
A combination lock which was rarely locked...was.
The poor, once evil bird was facing northeast and
south east, respectively, (thus the title), and there
was no sign that the bars of the cage had been wide enough
at any point to have pulled the poor evil bird thru... Was
Mari Sol responsible for leaving the cage open then wandering upstairs ?
Did she forget she'd left the cage open, allowing say, one of the feral
cats, or a regular raccoon access ? Did she return to find the gruesome
crime scene and simply lock the combination lock and go into
" I'm sick " mode...?
Probably.

So, with pandemonium reining over the house, and Mari Sol remaining
MIA, the propaganda machine goes into high gear.
A story is spun ...(and this would
happen a couple months later, after every possible conspiracy
theory was lofted about...this is the one they agreed on...)

..." A giant 6' tall raccoon comes outta the bushes after Mari Sol
goes upstairs and with his nimble little fingers and superior
knowledge of lock picking, opened the cage door, grabbed Charlie,
ate um' ( leaving the bird on the north side of the cage ) then carefully
closes the cage door, replaces the lock, locks it, and slips unseen
back into the brush.. "
The perfect crime...

Juanita bought that. Huh.
I had mentioned the other side of that story...
the one that was more obvious...
And became the pariah...so I did.
All good. Set the stage for the next 18 months
and then the final insult, Juanita (not her real name)
burned me for my deposit....Huh.

Mari Sol, (not her real name) never copped to it.
Juanita, ( not her real name ) believes that there's a 6' tall raccoon somewhere
back there in the yard, waiting....
Pepe, (not his real name) still suffers CEBS
(Constant Estrogen Bombardment Syndrome) from both sides...
Poor Pepe. We're all looking for the cure, so we are.

I have gained a wealth of material y'all will be reading
for years...oh ! got burnt for my cool leather vest
and 500$ US samolians, so I did...
The freak show continues friends....

Be uber well todo mundo,

J.Level

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on..." The two parts to Charlie... " part one

Juanita, (not her real name) ran an asylum for pseudo hippies
at the " Southern Ranch ," a big house in South Seattle.
And that's in Amerika folks..." Mari Sol ," (not her real name)
an Israeli national, whom is the girl friend of " Pepe, "
(not his real name)...and " Pepe, " (again, not his real name )
used to go out with Juanita, and now is Juanita's slave
in the house cleaning business...of course. That's the player's...
Except one...

Juanita had just returned from another road trip to that
beautiful mid country state of Oklahoma to see a
friend in the big house. She'd been gone a week.

It had been a very quiet week, until...

" Mari Sol,"(not her real name) she liked to garden. Well actually, she liked to rip native plants
that looked a lot like weeds outta the ground..."Juanita"

(not her real name) remains livid.
Mari Sol.

She smoked pot.

Lot's and lot's of pot...

Charlie the parrot was an evil bastard. Bit me. Bit " Anston " (not his real name)

The bird bit " Jenkins "...(not his real name). The bird liked to bite.

Charlie also liked to sit in his cage out in the garden, yelling at the cats,
making car alarm and Star Wars sounds, all the while waiting for the moment

when some unsuspecting hippy would stick a finger into the cage.

Maniacal, so he was. That Charlie.

So on that beautiful July day in the garden, "Mari Sol" ( not her real name) is
ripping native plants out by their roots, smoking and

screeching along with the bird. She could screech like an

insane banshee, so Mari Sol could.
...and this is where it goes to pure crime scene investigation friends...

A cage with a combination lock....open?
One stoned fire starting hippy, on a drug fueled road to disaster ?
Or a..." I think I'll just go upstairs and refresh this bowl..." moment ?

There's more to this story...

A SIX FOOT TALL RACCOON ???????!!!!!
COULD HE BE WAITING FOR HIS NEXT VICTIM
AT THIS VERY INSTANT ????!!!!

Stay tuned friend's for the next installment of...
"On..." THE TWO PARTS TO CHARLIE... "

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

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Charlie

...Around 4:00 pm or so,

coming back from buyin' us some

of those big Polish beers

that we love so much,

Charlie, the parrot, was found

murdered.

The details remain sketchy,

but it's assumed that Charlie

got gotten by a cat...

Charlie said " good morning ",

in the morning .

Said "Bye ", when you left.

Meowed like a cat,

and could bark

like the little dog next door..

Charlie did a great car alarm...

and tons more friends,

tons.

Charlie will be sorely missed .

He was quite a bird with

better manners

than alot of brothers and sisters

I have known, so he did.

Descanso en paz Charlie.

J. Level