I'm sure I left out a bunch of details but I've tried to remember as much as I can. Every now and then I still have remnants of details that surface. I may end up updating this as a memoir of sorts, as well, I may end up adding photos or screenshots for verification of reality, but for now, text is enough to start the healing process. I tried suppressing most of my feelings and most of the details for a long time but it was eating away at me. I've learned that being open about my experiences was more beneficial than trying to forget them or make them seem as if they didn't happen in some way. Letting out details is painful, but you have to remove the bullets to fully heal the wounds. Towards the end of 2022, after seeing that I'd been drugged ([[The Change]]), I was literally so sketched out every time I was at the shop that I wanted to run away every single day. I'd gathered way more information than I needed at this point and just couldn't feel comfortable for even a second there. I still had far more questions than answers, and still do to this day; it's awful not knowing truth. I know I'd put my wife through hell in 2022, acting weird, not talking to her about real life, etc. but I didn't want her to be in danger since I knew they wanted to get rid of her and they'd been involved in so many shady activities. I'd even asked her if she had cheated on me a couple of times that year because I became so distrusting of everyone around me. It was a rough time but we made it through. In January, I told my wife that I'm never going back there, what happened (in brief) and how it will take me a while to get better. It was a sudden action to a long-thought decision. I still wasn't sure if I was being monitored so I couldn't have had this conversation with her until I knew I wasn't stepping foot back in that door. I wrote a long letter that I was going to put in Ernest's mailbox, but never did. It was really more cathartic than it was a necessity, and I was still so angry that I didn't want to have any threats on paper to incriminate me. I read the letter to my wife and parents and let them know that I was going to hunt Ernest, Sam and Sterling down so that I could kill them to help save the black community they were poisoning with laced weed, but they talked me out of it. I reported them to the FBI, CIA, DEA and ICCC (internet cyber crime commission) as well as wrote 2 physical letters to the IRS whistleblower agencies but never heard back from any of them (since the time of this writing, 11 months later). I didn't report anything to the local authorities in Memphis since Sterling's wife was a police officer. I didn't know if they were going to try and kill me or if every officer was in on it or not. I've concluded that no one cares what happened, no one cares about the black community here, and no one cares about me so I will do everything in my power to bring them down and show the world that they're evil. Anyone who would use someone like me (who actually cared about them) deserves the worst fate of all. To this day, I consider them all as shoot on site. ----- The most logical (or illogical depending on viewpoint) conclusion is that they were all CIA or government related in some way. The CIA doesn't have to adhere to the FOIA (freedom of information act) so their actions can remain completely concealed. They have access to specialized technological and hacking equipment, as well, have been known to kill, traffic drugs, experiment on people, hack civilians and generally do whatever the hell they please because they're the most powerful, most secret subsection of the gang of America. The American government itself is a gang and the CIA is the arm of action. The lack of response, request for additional information and quietude from the agencies contacted proves this to be true. The most illogical (and conspiracy-minded) viewpoint is that they're part of a specialized group of individuals that traffic drugs for other rappers and the entertainment industry in Memphis and the surrounding areas. The agencies contacted didn't believe me at all and the brushed it off as a crazy crackhead reporting nonsense. The truth is, I'll never know what happened because there's no telling how many people are in on it. The black community in Memphis (at least those I was involved with for ~6 years), as well as the "law enforcement" here is beyond corrupt and beyond repair from what I can tell. They want to bring forth their imminent destruction through "partying" and illicit substances that's dumbing them down and destroying their community and future generations. God save them...