From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
Tuesday, May 20, 2003 2:47 PM
To:
Managers of the Seacrest=Ccrest, located in the southwest of England in Somerset close to “Devin” [sic].

Cc: rest
Subject: RE: Re Seacrest=Ccrest

 

Dear Neil and David,

 

We are happy that the communication reaches across the 2 Cs, speed of light a sight 2C.

 

Mass remains still as energy and time become intertwined, an omission though in responding amounts to nothing short of a false start that catches up in a wink of an eyelid; time, motion and space worth examining ever so deliberately assisting in answering why “sum KIDs grow up to be a DIKs” [sic] while others get with the program, never letting anyone interfere with their sequencing to mention little of their learning, DNA is God, and of course EmanANDdog an integral part of Manager Minute One.

 

2 some it may seem a game this constant back & forth, the Digital Age though waits for no one for it is everything “dnA” [sic] nothing and 2C one must first know where to look examining carefully all that has come before, keeping things in check by watching our ABCs and of course it pays handsomely to Always Be Cool, healthy mindhealthy body.

 

Moving boxes around can be “hasidous” [sic] to ones health just like rocking back and forth smashes the brain against the SCAL which I know I don’t need to spell out any longer; in time though Shareholder Class Action Litigation a thing of the “passed” as the stock markets all around the world go fukukt.

 

Never though to throw shit up against a wall for when everything crumbles guess where you might be to mention little of who might be looking on, particle accelerators to boot, although the idea did occur to me that we could use these facilities for kids to play around in once our great President George W. Bush gets rid of all the nuclear and biological weapons amassed throughout the planet and never to forget to have the NASA folk clean up after themselves as they clear out their desks in search of a more meaningful occupation, i.e. remove all the waste they have left up in earth’s orbit.

 

When not protected in the confines of their homes and schools by digital equipment that keeps careful track of everything going “heywire” [sic] when it comes time to play they can be sent on excursions to facilities that like those that house particle accelerators where they can lob stink bombs to kingdom come at those who have played it “fast & loose” wouldn’t you agree?

 

I am not suggesting that you will end up as one of those dung pushing beetles but at this time nor do I think you are deserving of more than one more chance. I am very bad when it comes to names unless I get to the know the person-s ever so well. So far in my 46+ years on this planet I have only come across one individual who as a youngster played it “fast & loose” and then turned his life around some 180 degrees. Eugenio Ortiz hasn’t though been properly rewarded to mention little of the dirty former prosecutor who thought he could have it his way by stumping all over someone who had more than paid his dues.

 

And you may have noticed that my one lady friend Laurie Black despite her very powerful connections all the way to the very top legislatures in the State of California chose to ignore my call for her to do the right thing and decided instead to throw me a zinger which now has me ever so carefully wound up.

 

Right now I am taking my time grabbing just a few names here and there planning though to kick their butts to kingdom come or unless I get a sign from G-d that enough is enough. So far he has yet to speak to me but I know he is ever so close. It is going on  2:30PM PST and I am heading back from our rock cabin retreat toward Del Mar.

 

I was just listening to Dr. Laura, the talk show hostess who makes a lot of sense most of the time although she too has yet to respond to my email going back some 4 months ago. Now considering my backlog goes back more than a year despite getting rid of some 20,000 odd emails I can only wonder what is going on with her server.

 

In the next 24 hours though I will be responding to my one tenant who emailed back on April 8th of last year that my wallet with a whole bunch of checks had been found although the thing I wanted most back from Roger Hedgecock who may have a larger audience than Dr. Laura was my Avenger Pitching Wedge.

 

Dr. Laura is now talking to a young person who has been abused by a family member either her father or stepfather but I couldn’t tell for sure as I just turned on the radio,, “…You really need help and you need it now…tTOo sick people…you accept evil…Lightening cannot strike 82 times…” [sic], which reminds me that we finally have in writing permission from Marie’s former husband, Dr. John Ben Stewart putting in writing the amount of time Marie and I plan to spend alone with the 2 kids this summer.

 

Keep building the business as though it were your own but should someone stop by with a first name Devin or Derrick don’t assume them to be the Devil. Stay though on your guard for those who might think they are doing you a favor by short changing you in their quest to die “the richest person in the grave”, a designation I’ve decided recently to have a shot at it, nothing like bucking the system, and of course only God can decide how “grave” will be my punishment for having lived a pretty decent life on this earth.

 

At least my heirs will not come up short and who knows the two of you could be part of the gang hell bent on building things right from the ground up, careful though as we scratch around mindful of not only what is being revealed ad-infinitum by the hand that points each one of us in the right direction, manifesting itself in our conscience.

 

The world right now is no doubt on very very shaky ground but the youth who are our future are the ones to watch and to guide ever so gently for they are the closest to Moment Minute One, with the least to lose and the most to gain, nothing short of perfect, Perfect Numbers ever so meaningful especially 28, wouldn’t you agree?.

 

Blocking out the past is a hazardous approach to landing on one’s feet as any eagle will tell you. Important to scout out though the lay of the land, getting plenty of rest while giving a helping hand to those in need and if you cant hold a tune just like me then try staying in tune by counting in 3s, as in 123.

 

The key to a happy and fulfilling life is 2 never overindulge for that is when things go topsy turvy with flasks spilling everywhere and soon not even McDonalds to blame for us meat eaters are going by the wayside, coffee clearly not healthy but not quite as bad as eating like a pig. Never though to go around in circles thinking you are too smart or to force change on those poorly conditioned which is why I have not yet insisted that the restaurant be kept strictly vegetarian, but that day will come.

 

We need to think more carefully what it meant for us to no longer scrounge around on our knuckles but with hands and feet to remind us from where we came but with brains to compute the differences that exist and why we shouldn’t be eating meat, our canine teeth long since disappeared but like old dogs we have trouble learning new tricks preferring the time tested approach of chasing our tails, creating short circuits, blah blah.

 

I haven’t changed one iota since the age of 15 besides for just a little bit of fat around my belly the result of overindulgence in “deseRt” [sic] preparing ahead of time for the long trek ahead and of course it makes no sense to eat like a pig just before you start out on a path where there may be less pickings along the way which is one of the things I could never quite get used to as a kid when watching some folks prepare for Yom Kippur, the day of fasting, eating like there was no tomorrow obviously thinking to themselves that somehow God [siC] was preoccupied with worrying about the poor and impoverished and would turn a blind eye to how that evening was no different to what they did each and every day that allowed them to sit in the pound seats while others, both blacks and whites who simply hadn’t grabbed the biggest guns or stolen the most remained out in the cold, so much for us all being so civil.

 

When people start using expressions like “don’t mix politics with business” you would likely find that their business model is all about buying off politicians never to forget how the teachers in the State of California continue to “hunker” down preferring to let their families think them to be God fearing religious people when in fact they simply want to forget how they managed to get so dam fat in the first place.

 

As soon as we start forgetting things, having others constantly tell us what to do as in, “Let me show you how” we might as well kiss our asses goodbye, certainly as we get older we won’t have to worry about filling cavities since we would have lost our teeth and hence why The Meek WITH TEETH will soon catch on like wildfire and of course I expect there to be t-shirt sales galore eventually coming out of the Ccrest Cafe.

 

There were of course a lot of things I learned while growing up in a dysfunctional community for there were things like the Seder on Passover where the service began before the pigs could plow away at the shank of lamb and matzo ball soup which my deceased step-grandmother concocted in an effort I believe to kill us off before she managed to dispense with my grandfather, the great Israel Gevisser, who measured himself ever so carefully so as to not die the richest man in the grave much like my maternal grandfather, Albert Ash.

 

While Issy Gevisser and Albert Ash said very little their actions spoke loud but it was only when I was some 15 years old that I heard some straight talk for the very first time from one of the greatest leaders this world has ever known. David Ben Gurion, Israel’s first Prime Minister in advocating that the children of Israel should be a light unto the nations saw it as fitting to spend what was left of his precious time not amongst fukukta adults who had stopped listening but to youngsters eager to hear straight talk.

 

When you get as fat as a pig you are essentially doomed, spelling eventually lots of trouble, just ask Joe DiMaggio when you next get the chance as to what happened at his 57th “shot at bat.” I heard on this PBS program recently that he had lots of ulcers in his mouth, a chain smoker and whathaveyou and I just couldn’t help wondering what Marilyn Monroe was thinking when sucking face with him; at least wouldn’t you agree that she would have found the words to ask Mr. DiMaggio as she ran her tongue over his seeping sours, like those bumps in the road to slow one down, what must have been racing through Joe’s mind as he chomped away at the bit, although she was probably just thinking about Jack “BS President” Kennedy.

 

Life is no dress rehearsal. It is the real thing. All our answers can be found just listening to the wind, watching the sun, paying attention to the shadows, never to fight the currants, and the weather along with a dog and one real smart lady is an honest man’s best friend. The world is “tired of blood and overpriced buggle gum, mom…”, folks thinking they are living in a bubble impervious to the gnawing of the rats as they tar and feather their young with a bunch of baloney.

 

The kids are waking to the fact that the world is not what it seems, that it is all coming apart at the seams and they are not to blame. The world is upside down and it is all because the old farts have their hang-ups, and old is just a state of mind, wouldn’t you agree? 

 

One can never be too full of oneself when dealing with over rapacious people who have no values, whose conscience has gone all haywire the result of leading a life full of contradictions, mostly though these folks are nothing short of hypocrites and why I so much enjoy dinner conversations amongst people I called my friends while tearing to shreds the likes of my wife’s former husband the dishonorable JBS, aka Dr. John Ben Stewart.

 

Once I draw a line in the sand, you can bet your bottom dollar you will only be able to pull me off once my body goes limp and you can check with my wife that sex doesn’t end for every male out there who gets married.

 

And of course I have a whole lot of friends, many today just doing what I asked them to do which is simply to pay attention to my emails when they have the time and when it feels right to give me a helping hand. But make no mistake I intend to “kick butt” and then sum my on my way to G-d’s glorious kingdom. And by the time I am done I have ever confidence the world will see a whole lot less Kings, Queens and crybabies.

 

No good crying over spilt milk, just continue to pay attention to the numbers and measure your words ever so carefully. Guidance tTOo just like Z Question is a WIP as in Work In Progress.

 

Gary

 

[Word count 2388 – I will check this email later once I get to Dog’s Beach in Del Mar – word count 2380]

 

 

 


From:
DStl1@aol.com [mailto:DStl1@aol.com]
Sent:
Sunday, May 18, 2003 1:59 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re: Re Seacrest

 

Hi Gary
            Just read your email that was sent yesterday, we would like to inform you that we will be in touch with Mr McClusky at Risdon and Hosegood to make the payment that you have requested.
We are both happy to except your conditions as stated in your email.

Yours

David and Neil