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Gordon // Neighbor’s House // Attempted Suicide


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According to the Assessor’s records, Gordon bought this house in 1986, a few years after I moved in next door. Landlord abandoned my house, I paid a lien for nursing-care off (the woman who built my house went into a County nursing home) & obtained ownership in 1991.

We were good neighbors, no need for a high fence. I considered Gordon a brother, he was a year younger than I. He developed a genetic, degenerative disease, which progressively got worse.

He would grunt & groan really loud. I asked, "why don’t U take pain meds"? He said he disliked feeling dizzy from the meds. At night he got relief from playing his piano, drinking one beer and eating a marijuana-laced brownie.

He kept telling me, "I wish I could die." I told him I read an article in the "New York Times" where U can buy pentobarbital at veterinary pharmacies in Mexico (60-miles from home), it’s recommended for suicide.

Two months ago, I took a short vacation. Gordon would watch my house & feed the cats whenever I was away. He told me he was going to live with his sister in June & would give the house to his friend, Christian. I told him, "Why go, I’ll take U to the store and do things 4 U!"

When I got back from vacation, Gordon called. His tone of voice seemed kinda strange. He welcomed me back from my trip. It felt like his last goodbye. A week or two later, he swallowed a bunch of pain meds. It woulda killed him except, he took a bunch of blood-pressure meds with it. He also didn’t tie a plastic bag around his head, like it says in the suicide manuals. Gordon called 911. Cops found suicide notes. They threw him in the nut-house after he recovered.

Christian went to visit him. I figured Gordon would come back home but he didn’t, I never really got to talk to him again.

I told Christian to tell Gordon that two of my best friends (they’re twins that I think Gordon knows) have been professional, in-home health care providers for the State of Arizona and Catholic Community services. One of ‘em was a State Representative, they’ve been doing this work for more than 20-years, eat healthy, vegetarian foods, love cats and live only three blocks away. I’m sure Gordon’s premium insurance company would pay for it.

One of Gordon’s sisters, who is a fanatic "Christian" wanted Gordon to sell the house and stay with her. That’s what Gordon did. He used a bitchy, nasty, pushy friend of his to sell it. I told her to let me know how much Ur selling it for. She said she would after she got it appraised.

Yesterday, this "CAT" front-end loader showed up and started dozing Gordon’s front yard. I asked the workers, "When is the house going to be for sale"? They said, "It already sold." I was shocked ’cause I was interested in buying it. I said, WTF, "who bought it, are they friends of Gordon’s"? "No, friends of Jan," the pushy, nasty friend of Gordon’s.

Sure enough, records show the house sold for k on 18 June. I was pissed. Called Jan and said, "how come U didn’t tell me the house was for sale, I would-have paid more?" She said the sister was in a hurry to sell, plus a lot of other stuff, including a bizarre, lie or misunderstanding about me. I’m thinking of filing an ethics complaint with the State Board of Real Estate.

I feel betrayed & hurt by Gordon. Hope he doesn’t feel the same when his sister pushes him into a hospice to die.

Gordon had a bad attitude toward God. I figured one of these days maybe he would experience God. I asked Christian if he thought Gordon’s personality changed after his suicide attempt. Christian didn’t see anything but it’s hard to tell. Gordon was also on anti-depression meds (Cymbalta) after the attempted suicide. Many ppl who have had Near Death Experiences, who have "seen God," have had dramatic personality change, where U no longer fear death but feel peace.

Gordon was a lot like me. We lived like hermits. He had one loving relationship he talked about that lasted a few years. Neither of us got married or had any kids.

Last thing I said to Gordon (one-minute phone-conversation) after his foiled suicide (besides, "Good-Bye") was, "I’ll miss U!" Last thing he said to me (besides, "good-bye") was, "Well I gotta go, I’m busy with business." Kinda ironic ’cause I say that to a friend who calls me several times every day.

EDIT: Told my best-friend, Jennifer about this, she said if I owned the house she would-have rented it from me. Gordon knew Jennifer. Woulda been really nice to have Jen next door paying off my loan. Coulda-probably made a deal with Christian too so he could-have continued to use the guesthouse as a music studio.

After my last conversation with Jan, I sent her this email: "It seems unethical that U didn’t get a bid from me to buy the house when I told U I was interested." She then left a crazy message on my answering-machine.

Talked to Christian the other day on the phone and thought, "Jan must be a lunatic!" Sure enough, read this court case [link removed] posted on the website of the AZ Court of Appeals, Division Two:

"The record and evidence established that [Jan] suffers from a delusional disorder that causes her to believe she is the victim of an organized conspiracy whose participants include her former husband, her former employer, the Tucson Police Department (TPD), and certain TPD employees. "After three psychological examinations and a hearing pursuant to Rule 11, Ariz. R. Crim. P., the trial court found [Jan] mentally ill but competent to stand trial."

EDIT (27 June): The company that managing the property is a reputable company that I don’t think I will have a problem with.

EDIT (14 July): Removed last names, tags & link.

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hippo-in-a-tutu (channel 4, deal 3, discards Y_Z)


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Well, now that they all saw how the Bitch helped the bidder when he "let the genie out of the bottle" and gambled on this deal, they can simply confirm his winnings as the dancecard is finished. Genie ("Yes, Master?") is to be thanked for encouragements. The fairies and busy-bee buzzy-dealers are to be thanked for the costumery they provided to the dance ("bibbidy bobbidy boo"). And let’s thank the invisible friends who brought the Cosmic Tribe of dancers into existence so they’d be able to prance at Flaming Holey’s house of tarot and Titanomaxia arena. Standing on the shoulders of giants, if you want to bake an apple pie from scratch you must first know the recipe for the universe, and if it’s a sufficiently advanced pi you will not be able to distinguish it from magic. I should probably apologize a little bit to Newton, Sagan, and Clarke for what i just said, but isn’t a dragqueen supposed to be given a tiny bit of slack when she’s adjusting her tutus? No? Well if a hippo wants to sauté in a ballet tutu while misquoting authors of magic, there must be a tableau where she can dance somewhere. Let’s pack the devils and angels back inside the cuckooclock-musicbox-genielamp-fairyrainbow-leprechaunpot of gold and ask the halflings and elves if they know who’s going to appear in next season’s plays. They’ll accept our hippo-in-a-tutu; and maybe some day some how somebody will hard~shuffle the cards again.

It’s the post-24-tricks roundup as the tableau completes itself. This Integration of the (w)Hole was the third deal of the fourth channel of Trilemma Supra tournaments, and was the tenth initiation in the Ultimate Saga of Titanomaxia with the permutations of these players. Each Trilemma Supra tournament interval is a "channel", and its length is slightly unpredictable. The "trilemma" is the group of three "KEY" terminal cards in the scoring system, and if a deal is completed with all three keys on somebody’s Tricky Pile then we say the table has "achieved the trilemma". When this occurs, the players subsequently play one more deal, known as the "supra", and that is how the tournament is concluded. On this particular tableau they have, in fact, just achieved the "supra"; and it’s a beautiful conclusion to a fascinating tournament channel.

Earlier, when the Contractor was bidding to "TAKE" the Bitch and everybody saw the Prognostication, he secretly discarded two tierces in order to keep the proper number of (twenty-four) cards in his re-arranged hand, and that signified to the tableau their readiness for Initiation. Those two tierces (triplets) of discards were "empty" of tête points, which means they contained no face cards, they were only Minor pip cards which he discreetly considered inutile for his subsequent tricking. The twenty-four tricks were played out. We referred to them as the Initiation at A, then B (until the tempo changed), then continued along thru tricks C, D, etc… until X finally marked the spot at Destiny when the twenty-fourth triplet of cards had been piled. Now the twenty-fifth and twenty-sixth tierces (from the contractor’s original "écart" discarded underneath his pile) will be confirmed to show how the seventy-eight cards of the deck were ultimately distributed.

Tierce Y: 7 Cups of Water (debauchery tossers), Ace of Earth Disks (body qualities), Earth 5 Disks (butthole pentacles).

Tierce Z: 2 sWords in the Air (deuce of truce), Ten 10 Cups of Water (satisfying orgasms), Ace of sWords in the Air (intelligent idea).

Score:

The Contractor scores +2 points for the two empty tierces and these are added to their previous subtotal of 35 on the tableau of tricks; their final grand total of Tricky Points is now 37 in their tricky pile.

Contractor = 37 tricky points piled
Defense = 41 tricky points piled
37+41=78 points among 78 cards in the deck

The opponents (the two temporary co-Defenders trying to foil the contract) counted 41 Tricky Points for the grand total of their tricky pile, and 37+41=78 (of course) because the values of the seventy-eight cards in the deck always add to 78 in the players’ three~way-tableau style of scoring.

The goal of the game for a contractor is to achieve a target of Tricky Points which depends upon how many of the three crucial KEY terminal cards he disposed into his pile. For holding three keys, a player needs 33 points; for holding two keys a player would need 36 points; for holding only one key a player would need 43 points; and for holding none of the keys a player would need 46 points. (Do you have more than half of the keys? If yes, then you don’t quite need half of the 78 points, lucky ducky. If you have less than half of the keys on your side, then you will need a bit more than half of the 78 points, poor peter. That’s why everybody tries so hard to bid on those key terminal cards!) We always concern ourselves with the dispositions of the TITAN, WIZARD, DEMON, those terminals of the "trilemma" when scoring.

So in this particular hand, we find the contractor finished with the Omnipotent Titan 21 of Trumps and the Unsuitable Demon 0 of Fool-ish Jokers. The defenders finished with their number 1 Ace of Trumps Magician Wizard on their tricky pile. So the defense kept their one key while the contractor has his two of the three crucial KEYS to the scoring targets: his contract requires 36 points to succeed. He did, in fact, score 37 for his lovely Tricky Pile. So he exceeds his target by 1 tricky point! Hooray! He just barely made it! Now he will take that one extra point and include it in his credit calculations when they settle their scores.

The basic price of winning a contract is +25 credits. The extra "surplus" +1 point is added, so now this contract is worth +26 for such delightfully tight success (photo finish!) If there had been other bonus moves or bonus announcements, we would add them here. But this hand was conducted without any mention of "handful of trumps" supermajority; there was no special "Magick Trick" usage of the wizard in the "least-at-last" position; and there was no relevant "slam" ("chelem") situation where somebody would have tried to capture every single trick. These cards were good enough for a gamble, but they had no such bonus modifiers. If the contractor had decided to speak of a riskier bid (for some gamble of double, quadruple, etc) he would have been able to multiply his credits here; but his cards were only barely acceptable enough to bid single "TAKE", and thus +26 is the final credit scored from each opponent for his accomplishment.

Both of the co-defenders will then debit -26 credits from each of their accounts, and they will each pay the +26 to the successful contractor. The contractor’s achievement of +26×2=+52 credits is happily awarded into his account. Many gamblers settle up at the end of a tournament and exchange their credits or poker chips or tally sticks for monetary value. But casual gamers might prefer more enticing rewards, such as raspberries, dildos, buds, sexual favors, and breathtakingly dangerous kisses. It’s an amaZING zero-sum game, so a certain amount of raspberry sharing, honey dripping, spliff passing, lube squirting, recipe exchanging, and game~golem cranking seems perhaps more appropriate than any trivial "sordid topic of coin". Competitive tournaments might be fun in an abstract sense for people’s enjoyment of gaming practises; but cooperative alternative "tournament channels" might be fun in a concrete sense for people’s enjoyment of both real and imaginary "melpomene and terpsichore". Instead of focusing on a notion of "winners and losers" in a competition, the leatherfairies and cosmic dancers usually appreciate a more divine game around the spirits of cooperation. We don’t have to have a "dance-off" every time we dance; usually we might prance simply for the joy of playing and singing and twinkling around each other. Sex and dance and music and art don’t have to be competitions, we can play things for fun instead. Capice?

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