020312 To Whom It May Concern,

I was slapping this song in the ride earlier as I was driving through Stockton this morning. Besides reminding me of one of my favorite movies of ALL TIME, "Dazed and Confused", I joyfully realized the lyrics kind of fit my current life situation in the 209. Especially this part of the song: "I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm feelin' real shot down And I'm gettin' mean No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean more No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene" This could have been written about me by some old friends of mine because THEY REALLY FEEL AS IF THEY CANNOT BE SEEN WITH ME BECAUSE I AM SICK AND OBSCENE. Not only because of my personality and character but for the words I write. Some even refuse to be friends on this Face Book bullshit, so that I will not be connected to them because of Kazinsky's words. Hell, my own FAMILY has done that but I don't really much care anymore. It used to bother me quite a bit. However, I am PROUD and I ENJOY the words I write and that is all that matters in this life filled with tragedy and hurt. The words I write will eventually allow me to not have to work for any person or rich corporation EVER AGAIN and do my own thing always. I truly believe without being conceited that I am a great writer who will be published (on REAL PAPER, not the Internet!) someday. All I need are some connections and a kiss from Lady Luck............ When I speak about the folks who have not supported me, I do not mean the homies from The East Bay (Berkeley/Oakland 510) because they have ALWAYS supported me. It is some of the friends in Stockton who have betrayed me. The East Bay breeds loyalty in some folks and I am lucky to have these friends in my pathetic little life, even if I have not seen any of them since October 21, 2011. Living in Stockton is a trap, especially working for a greedy corporation that does not care about you at all. Because of my

incredibly low wages and a twisted, sadistic schedule, I have been unable to get back to my adopted city for a visit. That will be a birthday gift to myself this month; a trip to Oakland/Berkeley and regardless of how broke I am, I will have a fun time that recharges my mental and emotional batteries. This is directed at some people who will likely NEVER see this post. I would like to tell these friends and family that I am happy that they have alienated me. It hurts, yeah, but it has made my writing stronger than it ever was before the nonsensical bull-shit and even without an education (except self-taught that is!), I am a FULLY CERTIFIED AND CREDITED WORD-BULLY! While it may get me down a little when hurtful comments come from people I least expect, it tends to rebound into a driving force to write compulsively. That is what I need to do: WRITE WORDS!! EVERY DAMN DAY!! So that is what I am doing....... In the time being, I can enjoy this song and the simple lyrics that have so much meaning to me, even if they do not mean much to you. I know we all grew up with this song and it is like back-ground noise but if you sit down and REALLY LISTEN, you will understand where I am at in this point in my sometimes obscene life. If you care at all, that is .

Res Ispa Loquitur

.A.N.F. West Stockton, Ca February 3, 2012

Joseph Quinones and Andrew N. Farrens WESTIES 209!!

Mr. Nice Guy

I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing Till they got a hold of me I opened doors for little old ladies I helped the blind to see I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm gettin' real shot down And I'm feelin' mean No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene I got no friends 'cause they read the papers They can't be seen with me And I'm feelin' real shot down And I'm gettin' mean No more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy They say he's sick, he's obscene My dog bit me on the leg today My cat clawed my eye Mom's been thrown out of the social circles And dad has to hide I went to church incognito When everybody rose the Reverend Smithy He recognized me and punched me in the nose He said, no more Mister Nice Guy No more Mister Clean No more Mister Nice Guy He said you're sick, you're obscene
Alice Cooper

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