From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent:
To: Alan Friedman
Cc: rest;
Guy Friedman; JRK@class-action-law.com); Sam Haim
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Dear
Mr. Friedman – Your goose is cooked. Beg for mercy.
Yesterday
I was visiting with my right wing cowardly Republican “leave no
billionaire behind” friend and former landlord less than a block from the
Pacific “Oshon” [sic], Greg be4 building up
quite the real estate portfolio a staunch supporter of the Democratic Communist
Party whose leadership are so self absorbed that they promote policies to
assuage their guilt that destroy economic opportunity for those who are trying
to make a living, thank G-D for our great, great President George W. Bush, no
doubt private bankers all around the world will continue to purchase our
worthless United States Treasury Bills even if Mrs. Theresa HEINZ Kerry
continues to feed the masses with all her bullshit.
With
that said, please examine the email communications between myself and attorney
R. Perry who seemed at first to be quite
sympathetic towards you,
“I think that you should not rely
upon emai messages, and if you want to
sell your property you better get it in writing.
Recognize the fact that u stated unequivocally, “YES WE HAVE A DEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!” leaving me with little choice but to keep hammering away at your cowardice, no strike that, u r either incompetent or culpable, take your pick, unless u can provide me with a good argument why I should do otherwise, agree?
Bear in mind I just “fell on the sword” letting the world know amongst a number of things how willing I am to sacrifice myself just so that my Super Italian Greyhound gets his licks in.
Yes, Mr. Friedman most folks having a little sense of the high stakes poker games played at the highest ends of the totem pole by the most rapacious litigators in the world would assume I have absolutely not only proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have not lost my mind but more importantly r realizing with each tick of the almighty clock that there is hope for them recovering from generations of poor parenting, agree?
Taking on someone such as my pal Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk of Finkelstein & Krinsk who while appearing several times on TV is not exactly a household a name as Bill Lerach and Melvyn Weiss of Milberg Weiss-Lerach but very possibly a whole lot richer, all such “skilled and experienced” litigators having a distinctly different philosophy to me altho if we were to participate in the next Olympics depending upon who else we can get to join in could have us all coming away smiling from ear to ear, u would agree that G-D gave us 2 ears so that we would listen to the heartbeat of the universe twice as hard as we speak, agree?
U would also naturally agree that sitting around a table
bullshitting should be an Olympic event catering to the biggest bullshitters of
all time so appealing to folks like Mr. JRK, Dr.
And there u thought I had no “method my madness”, agree?
The thought of course did occur to me that Po-li “Footsak” Pollak the new
poster boy for the Democratic Communist Party
and college mate of
On the other hand it is more likely
I am “sumwhat” [sic] convinced the whole purpose of getting the parents together at the Torrey Pines High School where it wouldn’t surprise me if more than a handful of the teachers were very much directing the drug trafficking was to give us a sense of why their kids feel like ants, some 4,400 odd students clustered today, the layout much like the patterns of the universe, beehive shaped, u know what I mean?
Actually I thought the school was rather well designed certainly from the standpoint of a good number perhaps half of the classrooms having excellent cross ventilation and terrific lighting the rest not fit to house my poor, poor, dog Pypeetoe, then again Pypeetoe cannot be that choosy these days since he pretty much lives on the street, my having been evicted from my one of a kind beach studio altho the Sheriff has yet to arrive and I assume it is just a matter of time be4 I will be placed in handcuffs and tossed possibly from a dizzy height out of the top offices of AIG overlooking Wall Street hopefully landing in the same spots where there remain markings of a terrorist attack going back to 1907 when the fundamentals of the economy were a whole lot better than they r today, the strength of the U.S. economy in 1907 u would most certainly agree a whole lot “better” [sic] than in 1929 when while there is no record of anyone jumping out of any Wall Street building the father of our one neighbor here in Del Mar, California almost got killed by a man committing suicide in of all places Los Angeles, the city of Angels?
With that said, u have exactly 24 hours to work out a
deal with me. I believe but I cannot be certain my Client-Partner-Wife Marie
Dion will throw in $100, the same amount of money she
contributed to have the birds of paradise cut in the backyard of my
studio, that Mr.
Off now to meet with
