I started today knowing that the Fourth of July would be devastating in some way or another, so I decided to make it such—at least—on my own terms. I decided to call Ron Narramore at 160 Lowe Road to see what was the status of my years worth of work and only tangible equity remaining—the rummaged through leavings of my old music shop The Fox Den.
Later I finally called the Sheriff to (I knew fruitlessly) report the property stolen.
Officer Gomes of the Ashland Police Department
After this I compiled some likely scenarios for this particular phase of dystopian institutional terrorism, as follows. The problem is, it’s too big for most people to see.
