If you only had 2500 words or less,

Left to say something to the world, what would you consider important enough to say?

 Would you start your story with Once upon a time?  That is as good of a start as any I know…. Many important tales start that way…. In my case, the words that follow the Once up on a time is, There was a strange HoBo that lived in a tent…. He had once been a successful business man… He owned a Gift Shop, a private investigation firm, a chain of Wig Salons in Houston Texas…. That was the days of wine and roses.  His small four place Air plane took him to many interesting places and he threw many parties, and worked very hard… He was married and had two lovely dogs… Pou and Many Pou… were their names…. Then Bad times came… The wife ran off with a friend, of his.  The wife also got to the banks first, and removed the all of his money… Thus, she taught the man the problems with joint checking accounts.  Having no back up money to hire extra help to replace the wife the businesses crumbled much faster than it was built.  The man was broke and broken hearted…

After the business failed, He moved back to his home town and for a while lived with his mother and her new husband… That really wasn’t working out either.  He may have been Ken to her by blood, to his mother but his spirit was out of sink with his mother and her husband…. He was miserable… She was very controlling and he was a free spirit.  To ease the emotional pain he begain to use booze and drugs at much higher level that he had ever used before…. Then he met a man who he found that he had a rather unusual communication with. The two quickly became friends.  He was comparable with this fellow and with this fellow’s entire family…. He soon moved in with his new friend and lived for over 4 years at his house… He became his friend’s right hand man… He felt more at home with this man and his family than he had in years…. The two found that they were on the same wave length.  Communication was easy because they seemed to have almost a six sense..  The two could finish sentences for each other…  Sometimes the first person didn’t even have to start the sentence... They just knew where the other one was coming from. 

The new friend had just got out of the Penitentiary… The government was trying to prove that he had vast sums of money hidden that he had not paid taxes on… The four year that was spent at this new friend’s house were challenging… The two spent time fighting the Government who had unjustly put the Man’s friend in prison and assessed that the friend owed them millions of dollars in back taxes… The friend had been let out of the prison to be watched by the Government…. Why? Do I hear you ask?  Well it is this way, the Government figured that if they kept the friend in prison they would never be able to follow him to the money they though he was hiding… In the four years that the man stayed at his friends’ house they had to deal with much surveillance and intervention in their lifers from government agents…. When they framed the friend, and put him back into prison, the story started all over…

Once upon a time there was a hobo… Lived in the woods…. Dug in dumpsters for food, and clothing… He had once been a successful business man…. For years he lived as a hobo, until his friend got out of prison again… Darning this time, he met some more people who influenced him into giving up drinking and smoking dope.. There was the years of going to meetings that offered new ways of thinking and an introduction into  a sober life…. Things began to change somewhat… The man started using Government services to try to gain a foot hold on civilized living once more…  By this time the man had more problems that drinking and drugging… Due to the man’s association with his friend, the government suspected that he was hiding the millions for his friend that the government thought his friend owned them in back taxes… He himself had fallen under intense investigation…  Although the man was broke, he had gone through the same watchful eyes of the same government  that had incarcerated his friend… He had been threatened by the government that he would receive the same treatment that his friend had been given if he didn’t tell them bad things about his friend… The truth was, he didn’t know any bad things and wouldn’t have said them if he knew them… His friend had feed him, clothed him and gives him a place to stay… One doesn’t forget who helps them in time of need..

Before he sobered up, he had lived a comfortable life in a tent… He had moved this tent to various spots in the Austin Texas area… He had lived in a lot of wooded vacant lots all over Austin… He had started in the South part of Austin and worked his way toward the north… 

Now he was living once again indoors after about 9 or ten years… He was living a couple of hundred miles away from his home town.  He was in Austin Texas… He actually had begun to enjoy living as a hobo… He did it well… There were many street people who showed him the ropes of hoboing…. But now the story  changes once again… He had changed a lot from when he was a smart business man, flying airplanes and such… He was a bit paranoid because he knew that the government had spent 4.2 million dollars investigating his friend and because he was close to his friend, they investigated him also.  They had found no hidden assets and they were a bit mad about it.  The man was now living in section 8 housing and had a social security disability income  he had become good at living in this manor… Rent was cheap, and he still had his hobo dumpster diving skills that he had learned on the street…. He was about to get used to living the simple good life off of the government when he inherited a million dollars from his mother who passed away….  Once again, the story changed.

Once upon a time there was this poor rich guy, that ever one wanted his money.  In fact, a church deacon tried to steal it all… That is a story in it’s self… It probably would not fit into the 2500 word limit…

With a story of this kind you probably can hardly keep from wondering what kind of thoughts would occupy a guy’s head that has been through so many changes… What would his mental condition be if he discovered that the government had spent 4.2 million dollars investigating his friend, and because of the association, the investigation now included him?  Would that make you want to slip off into the woods and disappear?  What does one think while living in a tent for 9 or 10 years…? If you don’t spend time going to a job every day, you probably have the time to look at what is going on in the world that is all around you… You now see things differently and have the time out of the rat race to reflect upon it… Questions might come to mind like, “what is an advertising geious, doing living as a hobo?”  What is the Government really all about?  Women? What are they about?  What do they want?  Was it a woman that started this whole adventure…..? Hmmmmm?  What am I really saving or asking here?  Am I talking about some guy I know or am I really talking about me……? Not just some guy…. There may be a reason that I know this story so well.  Ok, I confess, this is my story that I am telling… I can tell you this, I did do a lot of thinking during my self imposed time in tent, I come to think of my hobo life as in tent living.  . I came up with what I believe to be some very important thinking, from being able to view the world outside of the system.  If you are in the boat floating on the water, you see life differently than the fish that swims beneath the boat. 

During my in tent time,   I gave some thought to thing like, what is money?  Why is everyone after it…. My wife wrecked a beautiful marriage just to run off with the money and one of my friends… I sure miss him.  A trusted Church Deacon tried to run off with my mother’s money and my inheritance… It cost me 400 thousand dollars to get that mess straightened out…. The government had wasted 4.2 million of the tax payer’s money investigating me and my friend Billie Sol Estes and has not found any hidden funds… They tried to take everything my friend had worked for….. It seems like everyone on the planet is crazy about money…  What is this stuff that everyone is so mad about?  Why would the Government waste so much of it investigating people who are broke?  For that matter, what is Government all about?  Why did the government sponsored school system spend so much time when I was a student in school telling me that the government was my friend…? It was off the people, by the people and for the people…..

Exactly which people was the constitution talking about, that the government was of?  What did they mean?  Some how my experience with the government left me feeling somewhat alienated.   I was trying to make the government pay for it’s misdeeds that I had experienced.  I was glad that I had lived second 8 housing and acquired food stamps….  The government needed to pay something for invading my life…

There was plenty of food in the dumpsters.  This thinking leads me to an idea… Some time ago while in tent living was when I came up with an Idea.  It was the concept of something that I came to call, “Zauction Offshore”… This concept of how  Zauction Offshore was to work changed quite a bit from when It was first thought of it until now… Probably the best way to explain Zauction Offshore is simply give you the internet URL of http://zauctionoffshore.com and tell you to go to your computer and look at it.… After all, when you work on a web-page for 6 or 7 years and it doesn’t explain it’ self you should just give up… For those of you who haven’t got into computing I will give it some explanation and history since this project came out of the best thinking of a long time hobo, I guess it deserves some explanation.  Ok….

Hear goes….From my former experiences described above, I have come to this conclusion…. It is not good to have money taken away from you, I don’t matter if it is by the government, or wife/husband, or a crooked church deacon… It can however, reduce your thinking or raise your thinking, (which ever view that you might prefer) to the life and perception of a hobo… Darning my time hoboing in the woods around Austin Texas I had time to do research…And great libraries to do it in.   I even learned to use computers in the Austin libraries.  Fact is it doesn’t take that much time for a hobo to find dumpster food.  If you don’t pay rent, you don’t really need a job.  There is a lot of time to use for your own good.  In my research I found out things…. Like how the federal reserve money system is the biggest scam on earth…. I found out how crooked and illegal the IRS is… I found out why they can spend ungodly amounts of money invading the lifers of people who are barely making it… I found out that the IRS does not operate according to their own law… and last but not least…. I believe I hit upon ways to keep  money safer from all who might want it…As a well off ex-hobo I don’t mind giving to people I like, I am just tired of people I don’t trust or like taking it…

Originally the Zauction Offshore web-site was supposed to be hosted as an auction located in a tax haven and operated by using third party private gold backed currencies… If there is a way to totally circumvent the monetary system, it might make that system more friendly and accommodating to us all.  Apparently someone in that system didn’t like the Zauction concept… Unknown hackers destroyed the auction.  Using something called a D dos attack.  You see, Once upon a time I discovered a way to make peoples money sale for the people.  People could dentate as much as they wanted to donate to their government, it is just that the government would have to do something to deserve the donation.  People could keep their money safe because when they earned it, the money would already be in a safe tax haven… Therefore the government, irate lovers or crooked church deacon can not get it.  The way of doing business has survived, even though the auction it’s self did not… The web-site exposes corruption in government and gives a way to protect our money… If everyone knew about it and used it, the government, church deacons and wives /husbands would have get honest or perish….

There is so much more that this story could tell you, but who wants to read all that much when you could go to http://zauctionoffshore.com and read the really important stuff…. Better yet…. Why read when you can look at all of the videos expressing everything I wanted to say…. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it… Wow…. I don’t know if you were counting or not, but I told this in less than 2500 words, so I will give some of the words back to you so you can take a lot longer telling your story than I did…. After all, who needs 2500 words when you have a web page full of videos to say what you really wanted to say in the first place? Did I live happily ever after? What do you think?   The End.