From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent: Wednesday, May 21, 2003 7:20 PM
To: 'Ermsy@aol.com'
Cc: rest

Subject: RE: YOUR WALLET HAS BEEN FOUND

 

Erma hi,

 

Sorry it has been so long in responding to you but as you may imagine a lot has been going in my life over the past 57 odd weeks including getting married back on April 22nd.

 

Yesterday afternoon right after I sent an E-mail to the managers of our Ccrest Café in Minehead, England I noticed an email I received the day before from a gentleman who like others in my inner circle every so often yank my chain, “Colo-rectal surgean” [sic] soon to be linked is attached.

 

The best way to get a sense of some of the things that have been going on around me as the world collapses, i.e. goes to the dog-s, is start at the bottom and/or work backwards.

 

A little earlier today as I was having a late lunch I once again ran into my pal Peter who for the first time got to see a picture of my significant-other-travel-companion-business-partner-wife. Peter thought the photo in the last hyperlink has me looking like “a kid, just like President Bush when he is with his wife.”

 

Like many people on my email list Peter thinks that in my efforts to solve the problems of the world I might be able to help a friend of his who is now apparently in jail for the second time having screwed his bail bondsman friend who happens “2 bee” [sic] a woman with worthless collateral the first time his got incarcerated.

 

Peter is a lot of fun and for all I know could be a member of the CIA, unlikely though to work for the FBI and like most war veterans remains somewhat dysfunctional wanting to email me the details of this “poor house” person’s plight knowing that I do much better responding with E-mails than talk which is so cheap these days, wouldn’t you agree?

 

The last hyperlinked-email resulted in significant progress being made, i.e. Gary Glass cut short his farting around with his ex-wife, my good friend, and delivered a check without a dime being spent on lawyers and more heartache for the kids. I know Gary Glass a whole lot better than Peter but my instincts tell me that Peter’s ex-wife is not waiting on alimony let alone child support payments.

 

My unorthodox approach to “problem solving” tends to give the “underdog” a much needed boost, wouldn’t you agree but you would also no doubt agree that it comes at a price, most importantly, my time.

 

I have a number of things on the go and of course it helps immeasurably having a rather SMArT woman at my side but there really is only “so much” time left to respond to folks including those interested in purchasing my wife’s house. As you go through the hyperlinks you will see why I have been reluctant to part with www.sellnext.com for sum $250K despite an investment of sum $35 less than 6 months ago which is causing a whole lot of rethinking for real estate brokers soon about to begin, once again, selling insurance which footnote 6 tells you is essentially an industry in deep dudu.

 

Some folks may assume I am hell bent on leveraging everything and everyone I come into contact with these days which is true in an effort to impress folks with the basic “tenants” [sic] of practicing what they preach and of course I know that fukukta expression about people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones unless of course they know how to handle a boomerang.

 

It is 6:30PM PST and I am over at the Starbucks on the corner of 101 and 15th in downtown Del Mar and just “ran into” an “old” friend of mine who is now a grandmother. The last time Jackie and I actually had a conversation was about 20 years ago when I first lived in San Diego and I used to play tennis with her and her brother David who later returned to South Africa.

 

Jackie and her husband Alby are in the t-shirt business having worked out that it doesn’t really pay to have partners in an industry which is plagued with so many “deals within deals” and “under the table” shuffling that tends to give those with even the best value system a migraine to mention little of a pot belly. Jackie is in amazing shape for someone approaching 80 although she is possibly young enough to be my daughter.

 

I really don’t pay much attention to someone’s biological age but rather their aptitude to stay up with their young and it seems that Jackie and her daughter who I remember when she was about the same age as “our Joe” have their bonding properly sealed. I disguise Jonathan’s face in order to be in compliance with a court order forced on me by his biological father, Dr. John Ben Stewart [JBS] who right now is “stewing” waiting for my next move.

 

Since we haven’t heard any whining from JBS in a couple of weeks I assume he hasn’t found any more objectionable pictures.

 

You may not know this but I actually helped run a marketing-publishing company that specialized in the insurance industry although if my life depended on it I couldn’t tell you the first thing about what it actually means to have “proper & adequate” insurance. Although we produced at IMS [Insurance Marketing Services] millions of publications, more than simply “cornering” the newsletter end of the business never once did I read a single publication not even the one that included a quote from me.

 

I have been ringing a number of bells lately including those of the insurance agents who have been handling the insurance on the property where you have been living some umpteen years although to be precise I believe you came in after January 1996 when I could have raised the rents to so-called “market value.”

 

Back on Friday, May 9t I sent Sean my manager who lives in unit #1 an email that pretty much spells things out in terms of what I would like all my tenants to do next which in a nutshell is to have you vacate the building as soon as possible so that I can continue to do what I do best, i.e. problem solve.

 

On April 21st when Marie and I first went down to the City of San Diego’s government buildings overlooking San Diego Bay to get our marriage license all I had with me was an expired driver’s license and as you may have read in previous emails for the umpteenth time I have misplaced my passport, so even if I wanted to “fly the coop” or check on the folks running our Ccrest Café over in Minehead England I would be hard pressed. And as you may know I came to this country 7 days shy of my 21st Birthday, March 17th, 1978.

 

And ever since, up until December 1st 2000, being mostly soft spoken while knowing the benefits of carrying a big stick, never though getting too big for my boots, never once striking anyone with a blow or even threatening to do so, ever so careful not to garner the envy of others, worst of all the wrath of God.

 

“Butt” [sic] one shouldn’t feel sorry for me despite my living quarters these past umpteen years being about half the space of your unit that is worth at least twice what you are paying to mention little of last month’s repair bills for your unit being sum 3+ times the increase in monthly rent you unilaterally offered me some 57 odd weeks ago.

 

The value of your unit is probably in excess of $400,000 which is the approximate value placed on the unit by the individual who has made me an offer to purchase the building and of course one cannot compare my living “butt” [sic] a block away from the ocean in Del Mar to being some 26+ blocks from the Ocean in the Peoples Republic of Santa Monica and of course your quarters don’t quite have the view of my two managers in England with the Bristol Channel immediately in front with Wales… and a pristine forest immediately to the left with a trailhead that leads to an enchanted church.

 

Now I know us Jewish people don’t get all that carried away with Churches especially those of us raised orthodox Jewish but for some reason my mother was hell bent on parading me to places like St. Peters and making certain that I had a photo taken of me in the Sistine Chapel with the Last Judgment as a foreground. So why do you think Michael Angelo had Moses “pointing” at G-d.

 

One of the things that some people have pointed out to me is my spelling out the word “God” [sic] without the customary “-“ which is something I once covered in a previous email but again it is possible you were not included in that email which like every email I send out has a list of individuals copied that is a statistically valid sample representative of the world’s population, just in order to keep me on track.

 

Nothing though keeps me better balanced than walking along the tracks of Del Mar with the ocean immediately west with at times a view of the mountains further east, a view that is getting more and more difficult to see with each mound of soil that gets blasted to make another fukukta house and why I decided I needed to find my Stonehenge II that has me going constantly “back & forth” either on my Ducati or the Mini Cooper S which Marie now prefers to drive rather than the “beat up” Pathfinder I once suggested she purchase which she neither needed nor cared for.

 

Peter again made some rather interesting observations including why I would marry someone since I have such a pretty dog. Although Peter has not met Marie he was invited to our wedding reception but mostly what continues to have him shaking his head is figuring out why on earth would someone as beautiful as Marie, no doubt like all woman, wanting to age gracefully, marry me.

 

By the time I got back to The Cave there were more than a handful of responses from the approximately 360 individuals on my email list . One individual, “Anonymous VII” a fairly recent addition to my email list clearly add although if you include the hyperlinks on that email with the additional footnotes that never seem to stop the number becomes actually endless much like dividing the number 22 by 7.

 

I must run now but before I forget as I don’t think it was included in the email to Sean was the fact that in addition to never requesting any upfront moneys commonly referred to as “key money” when you took occupancy, a very common practice amongst landlords in a socialist stronghold was my telling you in no uncertain terms that my plan was to one day sell the building and if I recall correctly you didn’t seem to have a problem with my “hand shake” terms which of course would stand up rather well in the court of public opinion if not also possibly in a Santa Monica court, especially if I decide to run for mayor, given what I understand to be ongoing restrictions on individuals not born in the United States becoming President.

 

Please give this all careful consideration and be so kind as to forward me Abner Weiss’ email address. I think he might have some interest in some of the things I am doing these days besides I have a couple of questions I have been holding back on since he barmitvahed me.

 

By the way, Devin Standard is a business partner and executor of my estate and “gremeltech” is my father who remains in South Africa and so far thank G-d his pig valve seems to functioning just fine, so much for all that bacon he ate while demolishing the Nazis, wouldn’t you agree?

 

Love,

 

Gary

 

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-----Original Message-----

From: Ermsy@aol.com [mailto:Ermsy@aol.com]

Sent: Monday, April 08, 2002 7:16 PM

To: gevisser@pacbell.net

Subject: YOUR WALLET HAS BEEN FOUND

 

Hi Gary,

 

I just received a voicemail from Tanya at 619-702-0440. She is from "Rogers on 5th" in SD which is where you left your wallet. She decided to call me (my phone number was on the check) in an effort to reach the wallet's owner. I will call her right now and tell her that its your wallet, that I've contacted you and to please wait for your call.

Unfortunately, I've already spent the $18. to stop the check - so please do not try to cash it - I will give Dusan another.

Thanks for accepting the increase for now. I could appreciate that you have your own  considerations as well. I have thought about a roomate and the truth is that I would sooner get a smaller place for myself (I've had terrible experiences in the past). The solution is really for me to increase my earnings and I'm working hard to make that happen.  I hope to further increase the rent as soon as I can.

 

On a different note, I thought you might be interested in knowing that Rabbi Weiss was remarried a couple of weeks ago. His new wife is my very dear friend Yolande (I think you met her once) and I was honored to be present at their wedding in NY.

They have since settled into their beautiful home in Westwood.

 

So pleased for you that your wallet was found!

 

Best Wishes

Erma