Johnny Ussery Part 2 - The Encounter

I don't think this weed is working... Maybe I should have taken a Xanax. I should feel high as hell right now, and all I feel is scared out of my Goddamn mind. What am I doing here? How did I get into this? Sigh.... 6 years ago I was sitting in an office cubicle bored beyond belief, and I stumbled into the online world of the Manson Family blogging. A private, quiet hobby developed and somehow it grew into???? I don’t even know what. Now I am sitting in my car out in the street across from Johnny Ussery's house. He is expecting me. In a minute, I have to get out of my car and go up to knock on the door. Have I taken this whole thing too far?

The line between fantasy and reality is about to be crossed in my little world, and I am so not sure I am ready to do it. These are crimes and names from a very long time ago. Like most - I know them only from old articles and wiki searches. These people exist in the memories and archives of newspapers and back dated police blotters. The theories and conspiracies get tossed around like old tales at the campfire.

Until today. Now it gets real. Oh man and I mean real.  What is inside that house? What is waiting for me, and will I be ready? What if it is Chris Hanson and he thinks I am a predator??? Wait a minute… Maybe the weed is working a little.

Calm down Saint… breathe deep. Remember, I am here to help. I have information and contact information for people who can help Johnny. Eviliz has been contacted by people with information which might make some kind of difference. Smart, good people who are professionals at this sort of stuff. I am here to clear some things up, and to pass him on to those who can take him much further than I am capable of doing in his quest for the truth. My cause and purpose are right.

As well, I have a secret weapon in the car with me. I brought him the perfect gift. A copy of my very favorite book. It is the perfect thing to give in this situation. So apropos…

Finally, today I have a chance to make a difference. I wish it could be easier but we don’t always get to chose our circumstances. Sometimes they choose us. These circumstances leave us with a choice. Either we can back down and shy away, or we can step up and seize the moment. We can define the circumstances or we can let them define us. Johnny had no choice in his circumstance. I do. I call myself the Saint of Circumstance. Time to put my money where my mouth is…..

So I get out of the car and walk up to the door…..


                                 Coming soon… A Face to Face Visit with Johnny Ussery….