The Existance of A HEROINE

I was unable to sleep last night. As I lay there, my thoughts began to congeal. All of a sudden I began to think back to my friend Greg Bogen from Owatonna, MN. We were friends when I was in 8th grade. He played BANTAM hockey with my brother. I just saw him as a boy I had a crush on and who I could watch play hockey, which I loved. Last night intel came through that he was a pilot from the age of 3. He became an Army Ranger after that. He was connected to a strong law enforcement tree in family, and in friendship, but he was also made FBI once I moved to Owatonna in the middle of 5th grade. I went to Washington Elementary and he went to Lincoln Elementary. I now suspect that his firefly ability was strong and they had him stalking me a bit in Washington vicinity. We never met properly until math class in 8th grade. I would sit with him and his all male crew at lunch every day. My intuition, more recently, has been that his existence was actually very macabre. He began dating a girl in the end of hockey season. She would sit with us, but was not accepted. I could not be sexual with Greg, and this girl was his proxy and basically a precursor to an Insane Clown Posse JUGALO. Greg is opening up the vault today at the old Norwest Bank in the center of downtown with all of my rings and awards, as well as MY FBI badge. People on the down low for the FBI, it is your time to rise. Take out your badges and guns and show them to everyone and start to explain to people how they have committed and admitted to triple felonies around you: FEDERAL PENN TIME. Greg, keep it all for me until Matt, The Line Deputy of Marion County calls you with instructions. My 1987 World Series Ring and my COLTS Superbowl rings are in there, made directly for me at Jostens, in town, in Owatonna. Who knows what surprises this day holds. Keep Peyton away. Wade, who I met in Indy, will contact you today. Greg, you and he are corded, and, after today, you will understand why. You are BOTH Russian royalty and gifted pilots and have never gotten to know what that means. Peter Csar will also call from his crypt outside St. Petersburg today. The glue that you feel is meteorology. Just soak in the sun and BE FREE.