On a trip to the District of Columbia in the year 1992 my Jewish peace Temple class all aged 11 and 12 were given their itinerary: White House, Holocaust Museum, Zoo, FBI and the Treasury.
The White House tour consisted of a showing of China plates. The Holocaust museum featured shoes of dead Jews, a road made out of Jewish tombstones and videos of children in eugenics experiments turned mutant. The Treasury walked us through the dollar printing press and the FBI told us they investigate bad guys and protect the privacy of Americans. They showed us hallways and offices. The feature at the Zoo was Apes and a Panda from China feeding. I took a nap on a bench alone and told the teacher I wasn't feeling up to the whole zoo.
When I moved to Washington DC in 1998 on almost full government funding to study at American University, I was given a Japanese roommate. I had been in a Japanese magazine years earlier at Rockefeller Center. The next year my mom's friend married the man running Rockefeller Center. They bought a house down the block from the Clintons and invited them over for dinner in their designer Westchester house I was told while visiting.
The address of American University is Massachusetts Avenue and across from the campus and a block over is an apartment complex called the Berkshires where tons of students live.
My first time living away from home was in the Berkshires of Massachusetts for Jewish sleepaway camp between the ages of 9 and 13. Mom's neighbors Debbie and Jay Cantor of Cantor Fitzgerald family growing up moved down the block from my camp they said via a phone call in the late 1980s. Debbie developed a neuro disorder before 911 terror and was wheel chair bound. Dad helped build the twin towers and was a pilot during Vietnam.
Freshman year a middle eastern student drove me the wrong way on the highway after we went to a bar called Rhinos together. He claimed he was connected to royalty and vacationed often in Dub-ai. I was studying music theater voice. We did not get hit even though the car was on the wrong side of the highway and moving in the wrong direction. My soon to be boyfriend of Nazi lineage whose parents met at the bar Rhinos was in the car too.
Sean's dad Klaus ran the Georgetown hospital and was a former marijuana and cocaine hippy. They collected Warhols in the house I lived in with them. Sean told me he had a childhood crush on a Hollywood celebrity friend I had growing up whose mom was one of Andy Warhol's bathtub superstars from the Chelsea Hotel. She was the little girl in the supernatural whisper movie, Field of Dreams.
Our mutual friend Talya who grew up in the Chelsea looked like Chelsea Clinton and her dad smoked marijuana in front of us around the time Bill was accused of smoking marijuana in his college days. Half of American University smoked marijuana under Clinton and President W but they never arrested the dealer just a few select students. I was found not guilty and the detective asked if I was a hooker. Talya who went to Bard college with the Field of Dreams superstar even smoked marijuana in the classrooms and hallways when I visited.
A few days after Sean moved to study abroad in London and my dad who helped build the twin towers bought him marijuana and said "have fun studying a broad", the Twin Towers and Pentagon were hit. Sean then said he had a new girlfriend via telephone.
I met a former student named Dan at a party and he was working for the government. We met over me bumping my eye on a hook after I played hooker Candy Star in the school play Cuckoos Nest with the cast present. The Hollywood cult hit Meet the Feebles was playing in the Berkshire apartment party. He held ice over my eye. Our first date was at the Four Providences of Ireland pub and a Sushi restaurant. He asked me to move in with him a few months later.
While living with Dan he was asked to work for the President of the USA directly in economics and finance. I was selecting scripts for the American theater and receiving reviews in acting and directing and script selection for little pay on the front page of the arts section. Next door to us was a former professor of dance from Julliard named Dan Starr. I had won a festival for best acting and the head of Julliard acting complimented me before I was hired to work in his office. Dan Starr came over for dinner parties and was present when a Mexican sandwich worker was shot in our backyard. He asked for my phone to call the police.
I worked in the Shakespeare Theater Office until after I selected the script God of Hell by Pulitzer winner Shepard funded partly by the government about the FBI and genital controllers on a cow farm in Wisconsin which Dan refused to come see. The director quit the Shakespeare office job and computers then went screwy.
My next placement was on a TV show called Psychic Detectives as a woman who poisons cocoa. I had given the detective years earlier the coke dealer of American University and he was never arrested. I tested negative.
Dan and I broke up and I moved into a highrise in Chevy Chase with a pool on the roof with a Chinese roommate whose family owned a Chinese restaurant, a Philippine woman who worked for NOAA in satellite sea imagery and a Japanese World Bank employee. Soon after a black woman working in urban landscaping replaced the Chinese roommate. She had done peace corps in Africa.
When I visited a Chinese friend in Hollywood, Dan's father went missing and was found dead in a crack house and on the second visit he called and asked me to marry him while I was looking at the Hollywood sign from her husband's house. I told him he waited too long and he wanted to marry a Catholic. A few months later he married a woman from Wisconsin who was Catholic.
I dated a white and middle eastern guy in Hollywood film briefly on the east coast. The middle eastern guy won Sundance on a script about African pirates who kidnap white people and wear Pennsylvania T shirts. Dan was working for another senator from Pennsylvania and Sean who I still talked with was making T shirts for a living.
The white guy designed Lionsgate audio and wrote scripts about hipster bondage and newspaper controllers. One audio contract he landed was for Holla a black horror movie sounding like the Jewish bread from peace Temple.
I was working as house manager in NY of a Pulitzer winning theater house when I started casually seeing a webmaster for Gucci and then a webmaster for NYU. Gucci was addicted to coke and NYU was addicted to marijuana. I also was doing work with autistic adults and narcotics addicts from poor countries with mental retardation and psychotic disorders for my grad school field work. A play I wrote was stolen from the theater about reality hackers.
I received top grades after I was hacked into and reported suspected NYU webmaster who put a zip drive on my computer and drove past my house late at night. The police were unable to find him and never resolved the case which I also gave to the feds.
Months later my bank was stolen with no reaction from the American Government along with museum art work and research and clothing. An anorexic roommate working in the bar industry said all my stuff was hers now. She explained nothing and worked late hours and said not to care about a bully online if the police resolve nothing. She said she was dating a policeman and stole my clothing with a fat bouncer type.
Soon after the eastern European landlord put an eviction post it on my front door and changed the lock. The only reaction out of the FBI was "no alien transmissions". I thought of Sean whose granddad was a nazi and an exotic plant his father allowed him to extract in their home while running hospital in DC that gives people visions of Aliens. He said he extracted the plant with Lye. I read a government research book on Jewish prophecy and the plant and made some art better than the museum art stolen.
When I went to go live with my dad who helped build the towers and my Jewish mom they had no explanation for why my house and bank were stolen and still collect government pension. Mom used to run an art gallery and worked in clothing fashion.
A friend from the DOJ took me out to dinner at a Japanese restaurant called Gonzo and said performing for surveillance is illegal in America and not a problem. Years earlier he had cast me in a film about AI war criminals as a hooker from Eastern Europe. He asked me to his hotel after dinner but I declined and on a follow up conversation he said the feds have their plates full and his neighbor had their television stolen.
