The last 3 days I’ve been out, believe it or not. Yesterday I went to an elderly couple’s house for a cookout. These people are friends of Kim’s. Kim and Mark, though, were gone to Vermont so Bob and his wife Sandra picked me up, then brought me home after. Yesterday was Kim and Mark’s anniversary.

The day before, Kim, Bob, Sandra and I went to a fair in Cummington where I got some cute things.

Lastly, Friday evening the 4 of us went out bowling. It wasn’t too bad either as we were the only ones there and I didn’t bowl as bad as I thought I would.

However, last Thursday was a living nightmare. The Chief of police, a female detective, and two uniformed cops, all of whom I’ve met before and know Mark, came here with a search warrant. I could not believe it! They never did that in Springfield, but in Springfield, and most other cities, prank phone calls are a joke. Murders are their major thing. Here in a small town, prank calls are a big deal. Traffic problems and a little bit of vandalism are all they really have here. In this town, all those things are as serious as murder.

They were here almost two hours and they ended up taking every single fucking tape, except for tapes of singers. The weird thing about it though is how nice they were to me, complimenting me on how neat I am and about my drawings, the Spanish, the sign language, the music, and how I’m good-looking. It sort of reminded me of Spfld. They were really trying to understand me, telling me how they had an EMT standing by as they know I had asthma and they cared about me and my safety.

They took pictures of the evidence and also my keyboards and guitars which I could not figure out why, but they did. Officers R and L searched out the tapes while Chief B and Carol whatever-her-name-is sat and talked with me at the kitchen table. They were all in uniform except for Carol, who amazingly enough, did not look like a butch.

I felt like a kid all over again with my “mother” or “staffers” going through my shit and helping themselves to whatever.

I don’t know what’s going to happen, but they said I could write a letter explaining my feelings and bring it to them to give to the DA and they’d say how cooperative I was. My main goal is to get those tapes back and I told them I’d erase the pranks if I could get the edits back along with convos with me, Andy, Fran, and Nervous. I also told them I’d help them if they needed someone who signs as well as speaks Spanish or if they needed a housekeeper. I’d gladly go to court if I had to as I’m not worried about that. It’s the tapes that worry me and I can never and will never make any more pranks again being in such a small town like this. Those tapes are so therapeutic as Andy and the others are far away now and those edits are creative and they took a long time to make.