My Friends At McKenzie Meadows

Here is the life I had where I live now. Then, The Demonizors went on the attack. Our quality of life was dragged down into their pit of paranoia.

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Here are my friends and neighbors I bonded with at McKenzie Meadows. Every Wednesday we met in the rec room and played poker. Sandy, Doren and I have been talking about restarting this tradition that lasted for years, until three of us died. Cliff was the first to go. He had lived here forever. Then we lost Lou. His daughter was one of our managers. She and Teresa would make us food in a crock pot, and we brought snacks. Owen died, and left his dog, Nacho, to Alberta. Owen’s daughter manages an appartment complex on Harlow where Alberta lived for awhile till she moved again.  Alberta is a devout Christian who ran a farm for convicts. She is quite a character. She drove a white Jaguar with her white hat on. We would go for bisquits and gravy. There were two Sandys at the game. They and I went to…

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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