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The people began to say that I am the richest woman in Linstead town, and that cause many people to flock around, me and started to beg me money. Not a dollar in my pocket or a dime in my purse, they went away disappointed. They began to follow me everywhere just to see if I was going to spend some money for the Hollywood Court. When I had nothing to give them they started to cuss me and say that I was mean and poor.

When the summer crowd declined, another story was rekindled and the new talk was that I am a man of God. People in wheel chair came around me as if they were expecting some form of healing miracle from me, others stood up in front of me and my body start heating and I started sweating. “Are you Adam?” one man asked. Them say you is a prophet is that true?” another man uttered. I still could not understand what was really going on. This was the weirdest experience I have ever had. They smoke marijuana and blow it on me, and they gather around me to smoke and tell me which part of my mother’s body I should suck.

thousand dollars from my account I did not doubt her one bit because I have been feeling the effect of it. Even though they said that I am the richest woman in this town. I still do not know who stole money from my account. I have just got a wakeup call. “Pack your luggage and leave because nothing here is real. If it is the CIA, MI6, The FBI or MI 5 or homeland security, someone must take responsibility for the chaos and abuse during the Hollywood court fictitious mystery movie. This could never be script less Hollywood; court it looks more like local security procedures 
Mr. Linstead and Mr. Jamaica will have to pay me properly for blackmailing me, defamation of character, verbal and sexual harassment, and using me under false pretense to make money.
I did not apply for such job neither did I sign up for one
This is abuse of power and violation of my human rights.
I hereby charge you to compensate in the amount of ten point six billion American dollars for the damage done to me and my family, during the Hollywood court procedures.

The activities become frequent, but often time I ignored them. A mentally ill man with a thick silver chain around his neck always stand up beside me whenever I go on the street but later he confessed,  “is the man tells him to stand up beside you whenever I  see you, the man he uttered. “What man I asked”, this was just harassment designed to irritate me from time to time.

The story changed once more and suddenly I became the mad woman of town, some people who knew me in the town quickly came to my defense, and branding me was as a mad woman was not good for business; it was discrimination and pure hypocrasy, their own words were translated into deeds and their action towards me started impacting their business. Their business went down and many people had to leave town, just because they mock me as a mad woman in the town. When the people verbally attack me, their food supplies dwindled down. This was because of how they were treating me in the town.

Words have power whether negative or positive, words have power so don’t use them carelessly. The words you speak could lead you to your own defeat. Don’t mistreat strangers whether you know them or not .You have treated me so badly and as a result no nobody is making money. They try to repair the damage but it did not work effectively. They send the old set out of town and brought a new script in and so another Hollywood subplot begins.

The Hollywood script is very long; it is loaded with many subplots. They try to find another theme, so they start calling me the gay boy in the town. Many people began to hurl threats at me, and there were many death threats and plans to kill me so they tightened security in the town and use the real man men to spy around.
 Some bad men went to prison, and others were forgiven. 
The plot got bigger every day and the next story is that I am married woman. This one came as a surprise because I have not met my fictitious husband neither am I wearing his wedding band. I didn’t attended a wedding ceremony or sign any wedding documents, so where on earth is my mystery husband? Jamaican people can really make up stories. “or is “the man” telling them to say these things?” Just as I thought of it, a boy suddenly run across the street and shouted, “Your husband gone left you and you don’t have anything” Someone has prompted him to mock me with these things. Then the little girl in the house gave me a fine cussing too
That left me shocking through and through. “You, don’t have dry  in your ass, go away, is your man buy me these jewelry”, she bawl out. And she went on and on and was not sorry. 
Harassment in the home, harassment in the town, I have not met the fictitious husband that is causing chaos in this miserable town
I have no idea why someone would organize these events
And use stranger on the street to mock me. I don’t think about them but sometimes they puzzle me to the very end.

I still have no clue what is going on, all I want is to move along
but the harassment keeps going on and on .Everyone seem to know more about me than I know about them, but the truth is I don’t know any of those people who are harassing me. If I knew them, I would have known how to bend. Yet another subplot keeps stretching out without any suitable end. The story keeps getting bigger and the mystery is longer. Yesterday I went to the bank and after I left a woman outside said that they stole ninety eight
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