Orkin Intel

Wade, the "Orkin Man" got into my bed chamber while I was still sleeping. He entered with a staff. It was a planned visit. He just shined his flashlight in my eyes, approached my bed and shined it on the floor, and then walked out of my apartment. I believe he is your team, and he identified my eyes that focus extra quick and energetically as he stood by me really quick. I am here. It is me. I am not an imposter, and I am not typing this from the other side or from a foreign country. I exist as a POW U.S. Marine here in The Twin Cities. Even Cheney has left me behind and no one will basically take my calls for responsibility. My grandpa (General George Mayer, my bio father) did my Marine training on his "International" property (Finlayson, MN) when I was 7. He was brutal and tough. He tested my endurance. My training ended when he was on a Italian bike that had belonged to Mouselini himself while he had me running. The unfair became so great that I became rageful and developed very specialized telekinesis. I flung him about a mile away from me. It was only to be used in this way, unconsciously, to get the worst predators to stop until I was at a height and weight I could handle them first hand. Repressed is a very CARRIE memory of my prom. I made it CIA, Matthew Channing Benjamin (no frat ties/ CIA) made it gay gay gay. I hated him anyway. It was not easy shaking a Russian Jew linked to FL fashion community (very gay and rich father). The joke is that I got Matt into Hamline University, so who gets the last laugh after all? Thanks, Wade.