Backstory on My Open Letter

For any of U who are confused or curious

In one of my last pieces I stated some of the craziness that's been going on & that I know full well it's a very negative energy. Tonite was the icing on the cake, as per usual, I am not ever alone. My Ancestors are my security detail, my eyes to show me behind the scenes. Anyone reading this as fiction or thinking I’m crazy, go back to your safeplace in NPC land & Mind your business. I am not asking for your opinion nor do I give a fuck what it is. I’m good, I’ve seen a lot, experienced even more. I respect everyone, everywhere, at all times. So if your mind can't handle my subject matter, do us both a favor & go tune in one of your pathetic “reality tv shows” witchur “Real Housewives of Don’t Nobody Give a Fuck” & stay outta the adults conversations.

Now, so much chaos & turmoil has been ongoing that I can't even think of… o nevermind that's a fuckin lie!! On Thursday of last week only 1 of my original Quail hatchlings was still alive (and still is and thriving). Tho by Thursday afternoon we had 6 new hatchlings. One of them looks exactly like my 2 week old did when he was a couple days old. U can see the new one right next to him at the water dish. My 2 week old also has his adult feathers coming in.

By Friday I was drained. Physically & mentally I had nothing left & had told my manager Thursday at our a.m. meeting that this past weekend, no matter what I needed downtime. I told him I had no regrets in working 2+ weeks str8 thru but if I didn't get some rest I was done. Every day last week was consistently more difficult to get up & going. My muscles & joints ached horribly & I was running half speed at best. Friday I got up, got ready, chopped up the vegetation for my critters breakfast, & headed out to start my rounds. Left my glasses inside the kitchen because I try not to wear them in the walk-in so they don't fog up & blind me the minute I walk out of 40° & into 90+. I started my chicken coops in reverse. The one I started with, had 5 hens & one rooster, all of them pretty fuckin cool, with their own personalities, and the rooster has gotten so used to me he literally coos & dances for me when I bring them their tomatoes & sometimes some smashed corn chips. The top hen (basically the Queen Chick of the coop) I named Flopsy cuz her red crown was like 2 inches long at the longest point & stayed flopped over one side of her face like a womens “bob” haircut. She & I actually had a lil friendship of sorts. Well I got to the door of the coop and even without my glasses I knew something was really wrong. There were feathers everywhere, it looked like a hurricane had blown thru the coop. As I stepped inside all of my critters were silent. I looked across & saw one of the hens laying flat on the ground, 3 of the hens standing around her, not moving except turning their heads back & forth looking almost confused. As I stepped closer, I could tell I was looking at a carcass. I looked for the 5th hen but she was nowhere to be found. I called my manager & told him what I was looking at- Something got into the coop & killed at least one of the hens, one was missing & I couldn't tell if the rest of them were ok or if any of them were injured. He wasn't on property at the moment so I had to start cleaning the coop up myself, before any customers came thru to show their toddlers the fuckin scene of a Midnite Chicken Masacre. I grabbed a trashbag and went back inside the coop. I picked up the carcass by the feet, to realize 2 things, I was holding Flopsy's remains & directly under her was the missing hen. The 2nd carcass had it's head stripped from it’s spinal column. As soon as I moved the 1st one, the overwhelming stench of death punched me clean in the face. Pretty sure the racoon which climbed the wall of the coop and pulled apart the plastic coated wire mesh fence, got fucked up in the process cuz that asshole had to fight 6 pissed off birds who were fighting for their lives & the rooster has 2 inch long spurs. The 4 remaining birds, were exhausted & terrorized, but I still had to catch/grab each one & put them in a different coop, where they are safe.

The rabbit who was in a hutch right against that coop, had the wire on his door ripped back at the top corner, so I also had to move him.

As per the usual weekend fuckery Monday took me until about 4pm to get everybody fed, watered, & everything back to organized & clean. Today went much smoother and a whole helluva lot faster. I was done by about 12noon. Ran around the farm to do a trash collection since the dumpster gets emptied tomorrow, & finished just in time to get stuck sitting in the main building during the 1st torrential downpour. Around 230-3 I came back to my trailer to get outta my wet work clothes when the fuckin monsoon I recorded & posted in Notes began, which ran for an hour str8. When it finally stopped I decided to make me a second cup of coffee, where I got tore up by mosquitoes while in the outdoor kitchen for 5 mins. Took my coffee back to the main building & sat down for a bit. When we clised down the store my manager was about to cook & we started conversating so I followed him back to the outdoor kitchen. We were talking & cooking, and getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. We went back to the main building & after serving both our plates he went to his room, while I finished eating. I took my shower, went to check on the baby quails (Yes we have new hatchlings!!). The babies had filled their water dish (a jar lid) with pine bedding & now they were all too cold & huddled into 1 big fluffy quail ball. I cussed them out cuz now I would have to stay up to leave my trailer again to go shut off the heat lamp. & I was(am) exhausted.

My son & daughter-in-law deposited some money in my bank account today so I could pay my phone bill & my son decided to switch phone service to his wifes plan so I had to cut his line in order to change my plan. Metro PCS, has become completely shit tier level customer service since tmobile absorbed Sprint, so I had to call in. The 2 different females in India who were, 1 clueless customer service representative & 1 equally clueless retention representative were irritating to say the least. I literally told one of them, when she wouldn't fucking stop trying to “change my mind” with sales pitch after sales pitch, “Just because someone lives in America, doesn't mean they have unlimited income!! I work on a farm & I get paid by way of Room & Board!!” They kept me on the phone for over an hour to cut a single phone line & put me back on my $40 per month plan!! Now my phone battery was down to 37%, so I went to plug it up.

Once I was in my room half of my trailer, I noticed a strange smell. I first thought it was my lantern, so I removed the batteries, but as I was standing there, a sudden popping noise came from behind a fake plant decoration. I immediately move the decoration because there's a wall outlet behind it. A second pop, a red glow from inside the outlet, and a wisp of smoke come out of the outlet holes. Houston We Have a Fucking Problem!! I immediately shut off the power on the a.c. unit as well as the bedroom light which is extremely hot to the touch. I call my manager & while telling him what's happening, I’m unplugging any & everything even the shit that's not powered on. I cut off all the lights & my manager says he will be right there. He comes in & can smell smoke, he cuts the power to the trailer & grabs a screwdriver to open the outlet, he can see several burnt connections so he separates all wires from each other. As well he notices that the box is wet inside the wall, all the rain has now gotten inside the walls of the trailer. If I didn't have to wait for the quails to warm up, I would have been asleep when that electrical fire started. Right in front of the plant decoration was my hygiene stuffs along with a full bottle of 91% Isopropyl alcohol. After going back to the main building to charge my phone, I've returned to this powerless oven. I am having a very difficult time to fall asleep & I needed to get my message out to the demonic piece of shit tryin it’s damndest to fuck with me, that It is in fact, an utter fucking failure!!

Sometime tomorrow, we will figure out a new living arrangement for me as it's more than obvious this tin can just became uninhabitable. I am honestly concerned for the husband half of my host family, when he hears about this in a few hours. 2 weeks ago, he just watched as his family retirement home in Georgia burnt to the fucking ground, & he’s been having extreme anxiety about this place catching fire at nite, ever since he got back. Feeding my critters will be difficult on barely any sleep but I will be ok, I’ve worked in thankless jobs under much worse conditions. My shit is already half packed to move out of here.

So here I am, exhausted, overheating, needing sleep but I don't see that really happening until I’m in a cooler environment. Tomorrow is a new day and a better one. One thing that sux is being in South Florida with no power in this tin can, it don't take long for other critters to notice there's no longer a deterrent from them attempting to find a way in.

As I stated the grotesque energy been on its grind hardcore- but I’m no regular opponent, never had a glass jaw. It's done & over with!!

Y'All have a Peaceful Blessed Nite & Sweet Dreams🥰🥰👑👑💜💜☯️☯️🧿🧿🌴🌴